What little power that we do have, we must zealously make use of.

Three Marys is a chimerical and gestural beast, difficult to pin down and determined to weave its biblical heritage with the torment of contemporary immigration politics.

Whilst writer Kirby Medway’s script finds humorous ways to diffuse the play’s core mysteries at its most climactic moments, a great deal of what might come next is left up to our imagination.

In some ways, the sort of tragedy we bear witness to in Tár is hardly new.

My place, despite its failures, is still a place of love, reflection and, dare I say it, beauty.