AT TEN-THIRTY on the morning of January 14, 1952, I arrived a half hour early in the chambers of the House Committee on Un-American Activities in Washington. I’d made up my mind what I was going to say: that I’d been a member for a year and a half, that I’d quit in disgust, that the plan of the Party to take over the Group Theatre had failed, that we’d never really influenced the course of our theatre. I knew they’d ask me to name the others in our “cell” and I’d refuse.