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A professor of Moral Philosophy, more pecked against than pecking at his college in the middle of academic nowhere, has to deal with a wife and a corpse in the bedroom (a causal link there), a dandy Jack-of-all-trades who is also his superior, a Colombo-like copper, and a janitor who is also an amateur philosopher. Well, of course, this concoction is funny by definition, but philosophy itself, the incisive Stoppard paradoxes resplendent in Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead or in Arcadia, these are sadly missing--and that despite an hour's worth of philosophical lecturing pouring out of George the Moral Philosopher.
This 1972 farce, similar in tone and quality to his Dirty Linen, is far below Stoppard at his best, and yet still quite worthy: few playwrights can be thus described...