From Little Things Big Things Grow

For those readers of this emblogulation who may be unaware, as an adjunct to by busy life as an author, jeweller, unemployed supply professional and actor, I occasionally may be found directing amateur theatre productions. Yes, I do occasionally stir from my underwater lair in the GReat Southern Ocean with my faithful retainer Scrotum in order to delve into the strange and eerie world of the theatre.
Most recently I have directed a production of Oliver Goldsmith's "She Stoops To Conquer". We bumped-in to the theatre last night, and the work of six months came to a head. I had decided to run the show in an authentic 18th century setting using modern technology. Hence the stage is shallow and bare, it's lit with footlights and all lighting is tinged with yellow. All costumes are authentic. All furniture is authentic. The manner of acting is as close as we can get to the semi-pantomime style of the era. This show is going to kick arse.
As I was sitting watching the dress rehearsal last night it occurred to me that the entire production grew from my purchase about four years ago of a penguin paperback containing the script. This was bought on a whim, secondhand, for $2.50 from the Rotary Book Exchange. My mind was duly blown. All of the effort, laughter, tears, heartbreak and accidental discharges of plasma rifles that has occurred in the last 6 months are all due to a secondhand book that cost $2.50.

There's a kind of nobility in that, I think.