By Ernst Toller
Translated by Peter Worstman

There are certain merciless works of dramatic art that dispense with cultural niceties and strike the spectator/reader where it hurts most, leaving you staggering and gasping for air.

Citizen Schippel

By Carl Sternheim
Adapted by David Copelin and John Van Burek
From a literal translation by Lascelle Wingate

One night last month took care of that. We were alone. He was my universe; I was happy, and full of desire. If he’d said one word, made one gesture, I’d have given myself to him. But the idiot just sat there, his big calf’s eyes bugging out of his head.