It seems to have been spoken from the mouth of an enraged angel. If an artist's rage is deep enough, it becomes a love letter. I see that deep rage in the whirlwind of this play. It's got to be done beautifully. And with seriousness.
Farce is most humorous when it's played with the greatest seriousness.
When I first read Constance's last speech, in which she strings together lines from the Western canon, it stuck me as poignant and beautiful - at the same time that it is parodic. I hate that. Two years ago you directed Christmas at the Ivanovs , a Russian precursor to the works of Beckett and Ionesco. It's like going into the storm in King Lear . . . But there is a structure to Idiots.