[L]ike Beckett written for soap opera, says Lyons; its sometimes poetic, sometimes pseudo-poetic, and intermittently flat prose seems a pale imitation of, alternately, Eugene O'Neill, James Joyce, Hugh Leonard, Brian Friel, and Shakespeare, says Simon.
It is like Beckett written for soap operas according to Lyons.
Lyons has no opinion on it.
Two young girls are getting wet.
Mick Jagger's daughter is a fashion model.
Professor Aleinikoff has never gone to college and was taught everything he knows by a hobo under a bridge.
Four people are crossing the street, two of them are a man with a red bag and a woman carrying a child.
The group of people are watching a group of mice performing Beatles songs.
The hands of the devout play no role in the temple.