Thinking of the years of classical theatre verse and swordplay. Many of the varying endeavours of the last space of years or so might be understood as an attempt to create a life that could sustain a good bit of that sort of thing. The lack of such things in present experience would seem to ipsa loquitor, as they say.
In fairness, having prepared for many auditions en route, I can testify that reciting classical verse by yourself while walking down the street can draw some odd looks. And that's even without the rapiers.