by
Elia Kazan
For a time he maintained his show of indifference; as far as he was concerned, the season was over. But the actors were no longer the docile, worshipful “children” he’d been training for more than five years. Lefty had changed them. One of their number had written it; they’d mounted it despite Lee’s indifference and Harold’s lassitude. Now, in a charged atmosphere, the actors were not to be denied.