Acting is such a desperately futile profession anyway. Playing out the lives of other men. Knowing of their failures and successes long before they ever do. Living, suffering, murdering, dying all in the space of three hours. Sometimes only two. And in such a confined little area. And over and over again every night. Can you imagine anything more perfectly stupid? Squeezing a whole existence into a measly evenings entertainment on the stage? And not only that in the middle of it all pausing for an intermission. It makes ones own life seem unbearably preposterous, doesnt it?