1975 Is As Much A Historical Document

And It Is Always Easter Sunday At The New York City Ballet. It Is Always Coming Back To Life. Not Even Coming Back To Life - It Lives In The Constant Present.

Sometimes You Have To Protect The Life Of The Play. It Seems Like Spelling Out Mysterious, Musical Details Can Destroy A Play By Making The Motivations Too Clear, Too Simplex.

Oh God, I'd Just Hate It If A Certain Dramaturg Got A Hold Of A Pinter Play, For Example, Which Are All Mystery And All Music. That's How The Life Get's Sucked Out Of Plays.

The Atlantic Ocean Was Something Then.

People Go To See Beautiful Paintings To See How Much They Cost. Wow. The Practical Value Is That It Shows You What The Human Spirit Can Do.