Where Daggers Are Only of the Mind

Three men in khaki shirts and trousers stalk about, imagining (it is a reach) that they are the three witches who have huddled in the gloom of a weather-blasted heath to foretell the fate of Macbeth, who "shalt be king hereafter."

I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid.

The soothsaying grotesques are aptly staged here in a drab, tan room at the Wabash Valley Correctional