Paul James Sullivan

The Empire of Varieties Paul James Sullivan

The Theatre is dark, the audience long gone; now across the empty stage the phantoms pass. The unseen interlocutor bangs his gavel as each crosses the apron: A fantastic carnivorous bird-winged beast, half woman, half lion, a gentleman lothario with seven tentacles, a cadaverous doctor carrying a pick and shovel, and then a slow procession of nuns at their rosaries, dead sailors, duellists and star-crossed lovers, and bringing up the rear a haunted antiquarian and his scuttling shadow... May I Present... For This Night Only.... The Empire Of Varieties!