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The fragility of reality: the drama of Will Eno
Julian Meyrick

“In the second week of rehearsals I was going to the toilet so often I knew the exact number of steps it would take to get me there. It was depressing and humiliating and frightening: a return of symptoms I had had before, but more virulent and painful. I didn’t talk about them. I can talk about anything. Not this. Age nine, at boarding school, I would lock myself in the bathroom at night and cry for my vanished mother, gone as sure as the sun from the sky. Now I cloistered in that familiar environment again, staring at my wan, middle-aged face in the mirror, wondering how sick I was, knowing I was sick, really, really sick …”