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7/1 2006

Og svo púntktur.

Eða ég geri frekar ráð fyrir því. Reyndar komu tveir af nefndarmönnum Þjóðleikhússins á aukasýninguna, en við erum nú ekki vön að flá feita getli í þeirri samkeppni þannig að ég geri heldur ráð fyrir að nú sé þessu lokið.

Aukasýningin var nokkuð brösótt, og leiðinlegt að áhorfendur skiluðu sér ekki eins og miðapantanri bentu til, en veður var líka heldur ömurlegt.

Engu að síður verð ég að endurtaka mína gömlu möntru. Þetta hefur verið einhver vandræðalausasti og skemmtilegasti vinnslutími sem ég man eftir á nokkru verkefni. Alveg gríðarlega skemmtilegur, samhentur og jákvæður hópur, og ekki hefur velgengnin skemmt neitt fyrir. Takk kærlega fyrir mig.

Látum hr. Dickens hafa lokaorðin:

Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him.
He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived upon the Total Abstinence Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!

Þorgeir Tryggvason

7/1 2006