It was a different planet in 1967, the Broadway theatre. It had a little ashtray clamped to the back of every seat and the author got 10% of the gross.
Tom StoppardWhatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you donโt go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into oneโs memory. And yet, I canโt remember it.
Tom Stoppard