More work, while riding this morning’s train, on Thoreau in Concord Jail. (I was originally thinking of the spelling gaol, but I gave it over.) Part of the discipline in this piece, is to resist the tendency to be too lavish with ideas . . . instead, to find ways to “reduce, re-use, recycle” a contained repertory of ideas.
During the ‘process’ (such as it was) of determining the title, I had completely forgotten (what I do not believe I have ever either read, nor seen staged) a play called The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail.