Yes, it's handled very tellingly here, there's a perfect balance between the beauty and happiness of the majority of the guests and the isolation and unease of the Prince. He, of course, knows almost everyone present but he can't or won't join in their happiness. There's a similar yet different feeling that's probably common today ehen you *don't* know anyone at a party or a club gathering in a personal way, except for a very few. They're all strangers, more or less, but they know each other, and the whole effort of trying to belong is thrust upon you because you're supposed to just melt in and be happy or grateful that you're there, that you've "made the pass".Arriving at a a party without having more than one or two people to hook up on (and those may not have arrived yet!) and without having been invited to a "pre-party get-together" is actually not easy, but in our hypersocial age it's highly taboo to admit to this kind of unease - you risk getting instantly branded as a "social phobic" or a pitiable bore simply because you don't know the local cocktail language well enough to keep a smooth face and a flow of talk whilst chatting up complete strangers. And then, the music today is a lot louder than it was at the Leopard's ball, so sometimes you may basically have to shout your pick-up lines in the ear to even make people notice.
Mr.Hitler has made life very difficult for Shakespearian companies.
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