When I agreed to perform here, I expected to be given adequate funding and the great theater, a most suitable venue with its spacious orchestra and auditorium. After all, it was built during the reign of King Pyrrhus, when he chose this city as his capital. So you can imagine my surprise when I finally met the man who invited me here (I refuse to even pronounce his name) and I was told that I was to perform in the small theater by the temple of Apollo. I had intended to perform Euripides’ “Cyclops” but I am certain that this odious Ambraciot would have insisted I use fifteen real sheep instead of actors just to save the cost of their remuneration.