There were times, as I watched The Dark Philosophers in the Riverfront Theatre, when I found myself thinking that there is very little in Wales that manages to escape the touch of Dylan Thomas. The many-doored set, the "play for voices" moments when snippets of conversation are illuminated and flashed at the audience, the cartoon vignettes of the characters' lives, all were strongly reminiscent of Under Milk Wood. Yet this is not Gwyn Thomas' style. He writes with measured care, in sentences that are often so long that it is wise to carry provisions to see you through to the full-stop at the end,  and his, often ironic, powers of observation are achingly funny. How much was there of Cymmer in this, admittedly adventurous, production, and how much of Swansea?