I'm would find it a bit redundant now to keep reiterating on the same point I've been making. That is, human life is defined by it's boundary and structure, and dissolves along side it. Somehow, the titles that we read in class do a remarkable job of continuing to make my point; JM Synge's comedy Playboy of the Western World is no exception.
The citizen's of the small Irish village in which the antagonist Christy stumbles into are essentially driven by gossip. So boring is their existence is that they will almost literally drop everything in order to get involved in the latest scandal. In this, they are so dependent on a new source of interest that they become completely entranced when there is one, and destitute when there is not. Christy, it becomes apparent, is just another one of the many dramatic instances to which the townsfolk gravitate towards, but is nonetheless a huge part of the two days he spends in total with the locals. In this, he becomes the structure to their lives. Their everything, even for that very abbreviated amount of time. His story is unimportant, actually. It matters not that he claims to have killed his father. He could have crashed his fishing vessel 30 miles down the shore, and he would still be infatuationalized. This is the elemental gravitation. This is human life.
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