"Emma keeps saying, 'I'm a seagull,' but the words come out strangely-garbled or ill-timed-as she lurches to and fro, nodding off and then trying not to nod, as the scene disintegrates and dance music is piped in and, leaving her costume behind, she goes off to a rave in a world far from Chekhov's, a club populated by party people, who don't want
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