Gromit with curious (absence of) cheese

The lads of Yankee Pot Roast serve up Michael Ward’s “David Foster Wallace and Gromit,” a one-act play opening with these stage directions:

Gromit sits in an old armchair knitting a scarf with a bone pattern on it. David Foster Wallace sits in a second old armchair reading the Evening Post, ironically. His facial expression can best be described as ‘withering neutrality.’ Quaint-sounding music is tinkling out of a quaint-looking radio in a not un-quaint sort of way.


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