And The West, Encumbered By Crippling Alliances,

A Rather Ugly Thing Starts Happening: The Playwright Finds Himself Knocked Down For Works That Quite Often Are Just As Good Or Better Than The Works He's Been Praised For Previously. And A Lot Of Playwrights Become Confused By This And They Start Doing Imitations Of What They've Done Before, Or They Try To Do Something Entirely Different, In Which Case They Get Accused By The Same Critics Of Not Doing What They Used To Do So Well.

Curiously Enough, The Only Two Plays That I've Done Very Much Revision On Were The Two Adaptations - Even Though The Shape Of Them Was Pretty Much Determined By The Original Work. With My Own Plays, The Only Changes, Aside From Taking A Speech Out Here, Putting One In There (if I Thought I Dwelled On A Point A Little Too Long Or Didn't Make It Explicit Enough), Are Very Minor; But Even Though They're Very Minor - Having To Do With The Inability Of Actors Or The Unwillingness Of The Director To Go Along With Me - I've Always Regretted Them.

Few Sensible Authors Are Happy Discussing The Creative Process--it Is, After All, Black Magic.

Some Writers' View Of Things Depends Upon The Success Of The Final Result. I'd Rather Stand Or Fall On My Own Concepts. But There Is A Fine Line To Be Drawn Between Pointing Up Something Or Distorting It.

A Lot Of People Are Confused By "hello." A Lot Of People Are Confused By A Lot Of Things They Shouldn't Be Confused By.