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Perhaps even more than the best literature, the best theatre has a strangeness that can’t be explained away.

Equus is about psychology, religion, culture, manhood, desire, myth and so on. But that hardly matters, when what it’s really about is a boy creating a human centaur of himself, worshipping horses � and then blinding horses.

I’ve never seen this performed, but I know that it must be stranger than strange, and that this imperturbable peculiarity is the source of its power.