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Pretty somber stuff, centering on a depressed man whose sense of self has completely dissolved whilst he also battles with the guilt of no longer loving his dying wife. The people around him - who for the most part are also bored and disillusioned - are constantly pressuring him for money or questioning him about his intentions and his mental health.

All the same there's some (slight) comic relief in Borkin and Shabelsky, who are generally complete prats throughout the whole play. But for the most part this is a pretty affecting portrayal of depression - the inability of others to understand it, and its ability to destroy the individual and their surroundings. Cheery Christmas material.