... Vulgarity Has No Nation.

A Playwright Lives In An Occupied Country. And If You Can't Live That Way You Don't Stay.

For The Political World, I Have Come To Believe, Is Fundamentally Beyond Anyone's Control, Yet We All Go On As Though It Were A Kind Of Vehicle That Only Needs A Change Of Drivers In Order To Steer It Away From Its Frequent Hair-raising Visits To The Edge Of The Cliff.

Those Who Formally Rule Take Their Signals And Commands Not From The Electorate As A Body, But From A Small Group Of Men. This Group Will Be Called The Establishment. It Exists Even Though That Existence Is Stoutly Denied. It Is One Of The Secrets Of The American Social Order... A Second Secret Is The Fact That The Existence Of The Establishment - The Ruling Class - Is Not Supposed To Be Discussed.

The Play Is Really A Kind Of Nightmare. It Ought To Flow Rapidly And Effortlessly From One Moment To Another. In London, We Had Difficulty With The Set, Which Required Too Much Effort To Move Around. Having Gotten The Benefit Of Seeing It Done Once, I Wanted To Work On The Script, To Make It Sharper And More Pointed.

The Concentration Camp Is The Final Expression Of Human Separateness And Its Ultimate Consequence. It Is Organized Abandonment.