"Play" is one of those great and rare words that does what it is. In this case, the word pretends, it refuses to be pinned down, it delights in wearing other's clothes and changing them without notice, it leaps all over human experience from fishing to fun, gambling to love, the sacred to the profane. It is "Waiting for Godot" and Tom lawyer whitewashing a fence. It is toying with someones's affections, moving fast, manuevering, and then again, it is Fischer at chess, du .Pres with cello or any little kid with his half-eaten blanket. Whatever play is, it is elusive and much.