Jessica Swale's set-in-1896 drama feels depressingly contemporary in Promethean's production. Jessica Swale's 1896-set drama should come with a trigger warning. I mean, perhaps I'm projecting, but when an esteemed scholar ("he dines with Darwin, for crissakes!") starts lecturing on why women are physiologically unfit for education (the brain leaches blood from the reproductive organs) and…
