Almost A Surfeit Of Stoppard

When philosophers start talking like architects, get out while you can, chaos is coming. When they start laying down rules for beauty, blood in the streets is from that moment inevitable. When reason and measurement are made authorities for the perfect society, seek sanctuary among the cannibals ...

Vissarion Belinsky to Alexander Bakunin, Michael's father, in Tom Stoppard's Voyage.

I think I thought it was fantastic. But I am still trying to absorb 9 hours (yes, after the first act of the first one I went straight to the box office and bought tickets for the rest of the day- three three hour plays)of multi-layered concepts, ironies, references both internal and external, wordplay and the rest. I may have something sensible to say about it eventually.

Bloody tiring though.