You know the way doctors say that nervous breakdowns can happen very fast and dramatically, sort of a big bang, or there are the other kind which happen very slowly over a period of time. I was thirty-three years old, and this one had started when I was seven months and had just begun to take hold.
If I ever forget my lines in Shakespeare, I always say "Crouch we here awhile and lurk!" That seems to do the trick.
Why? What happens?
Nothing, normally, but, you know, improvise a moment of intrigue, give you a chance to think of something, pick up a script.
Go easy on yourself, old chap. I'm afraid we can't all afford the luxury of nourishing our souls. That's the prerogative of the romantics among us, I fear. These things happen. What does he say?
"If it be now, 'tis not to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all."