Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?

Who’s afraid of family relations?
Who’s afraid of marital relations?

Who’s afraid of women and men who are tired of life?
Who’s afraid of superficial pleasantries?

Who’s afraid of honesty?
Who’s afraid of “innocent” games?

Who’s afraid of Martha and George? Or of their guests, Nick and Honey, who don’t even suspect the kind of night they’ll have? Who’s afraid of mothers and fathers? Or of absent children? Or of nocturnal meetings drowned in alcohol? Or of poignant replies that bite “to the marrow”?