It has just occurred to me that Sarah P. has studied her Beckett and is particularly fond of the incredible soliloquy of Lucky in Waiting for Godot.
Is it possible that the last few weeks have actually been a performance piece and we were just not hip enough to get it?
Waiting for something to happen here...some nugget of wisdom, some glimmer of intellectual openness. If we cut up her dialogues and replay them in random order, will something emerge?