The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.
I talk out the lines as I write them.
I am more faithful than I intended to be!
Being a memory play, it is dimly lighted, it is sentimental. It is not realistic.
But since I have a poet's weakness for symbols, I am using this character also as a symbol; he is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for.
We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.