Previous cherry orchard, 1994, by way of Wikimedia Commons. Licensed beneath CC BY-SA 2.0. What can we maintain quick, what can we let go? The query, like a residing being, hovers onstage in The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekhov. It hovers, whirls, mutters, speaks aloud, corrects itself, mutters, as Firs—an aged butler who has faithfully […]