ABSTRACT
The first impression was that these were the most interesting people in the world. The things they said were so remarkable, the relationships between them so involving. There was no sense that these were actors, or that the story had been told before. Somewhere in the background there were memories. The proper names – Orlando, Rosalind, Jacques, Celia – seemed familiar; so did the story – the exiled Duke, the lovers in the forest, the girl dressed as a boy: but the predominant feeling was one of freshness, of something being created for the first time there and then and of being immediately and effortlessly inside the characters’ thoughts.
