Photograph: Joan Marcus “Sometimes I think you can only speak one language,” says a personality in Sanaz Toossi’s English. “You can know two, but . . . ” She trails off, her brows knitted and her eyes far-off, leaving one thing unexpressed in phrases however lots articulate within the reverberant air. It is an particularly poignant second in a play that is filled with them whereas nonetheless sustaining its important lightness. English does not sink towards soppiness; it – you may maybe think about a gesture right here. It is the gesture that one other of the play’s characters makes when attempting to explain how . . . Learn Extra