Arcadia Av Tom Stoppard

<p><i>Comparing what we¿re looking for misses the point. It¿s wanting to know that makes us matter. Otherwise we¿re going out the way we came in.</i><br><br><i>Arcadia </i>premiered at the National Theatre, London, 1993, winning the Olivier Award for Best New Play and the Evening Standard Award for Best Play.<br><br>¿It is an English country-house farce about the death of the universe. It is a laugh-filled tragedy about what happens if you take the intoxicants of poetry and science seriously. It is a play where Stoppard turns himself into a clown whose juggling balls are Romanticism, Classicism, and the meaning of life . . . The stale cliche¿ about Stoppard is that he is a brilliant manipulator of ideas, but with no heart. Yet here ¿ at the core of his best play ¿ is the greatest love story on the British stage for decades. Yes, the characters bond over ideas ¿ but some of the most interesting people in life do just that. That would be enough to make <i>Arcadia</i> a masterpiece ¿ but