—Because it’s never been performed that’s how come! Nobody’s ever seen it performed, a serious play of ideas like this one you expect to see it in lights on Broadway? All Broadway wants is tits and ass, a chorus line of stupid self indulgent idiots cavorting around the stage singing about tits and ass and the whole loud vulgar, tickets bought on company expense accounts to entertain your out of town buyer you think he wants to sit through something that requires one grain of intelligence?

—You been to the theatre lately Mister Crease?

—Me? God no. Wad up your coat and jam it under the seat you’ve paid sixty dollars for where you can see exactly half the stage, hot as blazes and you can’t cross your knees, the curtain goes up on a torrent of obscenity or some burntout star who’s decided a revival of an old chestnut like your O’Neill there’s his vehicle for immortality the minute he staggers onstage the audience explodes in applause and goes to sleep till intermission for the cigarette in the alley and that watery five dollar orange drink. End of the limited engagement the investors grab their tax breaks and status as patrons of the arts one thing you can be sure of, they’re having a better time up there on the stage than you are. Whether it’s spouting tits and ass or your O’Neill chestnut they’re all just having a good time at your expense.