ABSTRACT
It’s probably sentimental: no matter whether the play has been successful, or the actors at their best, curtain calls always seem so very touching. The evening is at an end; the actors—merely players—have made their exits and entrances. The players bid us farewell with their timeless bow. They always deserve our thanks. But sometimes, on occasions we never forget, we have witnessed a performance of such enchantment that we never want to let the performers go.
