Monologuist Mike Daisey uses a few simple props: a microphone, a wooden desk, a glass of water, pages from a legal pad, and a black handkerchief with which to dab at perspiration. This last seems inadequate. Perhaps Daisey might consider a large duvet or a moderately sized cotton field: Sweat clusters at his eyebrows, tumbles down his cheeks, pools at the base of his neck, soaks his forearms—someone hand that... More >>>