Dark, sinister and convoluted the story seems until the end is reached where the husband's sick verbage is realized not to be so off at all but was "playing along" with the wife's delusions and borderline madness. The whole night of drinking and verbal and even physical abuse of the couple in front of their houseguests and at times towards their houseguests is tangled layers of a woven story using discordant threads; this all signifies the wavering between the fictions and the realities in their lives. A hard decipher.
I'm still slightly confused about the play being entitled "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf?" There seemed to be some political or social allusion to Virginia Wolf beyond the refraine picked up in moments throughout the play that were intended to strick humor and poke jabs at people. But upon reading online more about the title, the refrain was sung to the tune and meter of "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf" and is a subtle questioning of who's afraid of allusions in their life. And in the final line, the deluded and stormy Martha states to her husband who is tender once she has been exposed, "I am, George. I am."
And thus ended the play, brilliant yet dark, soul-searching but filled with the fear of soul loss.
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