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Rehearsing A Play Is Making The Word Flesh. Publishing A Play Is Reversing The Process.

The Normal Is The Good Smile In A Child's Eyes- All Right. It Is Also The Dead Stare In A Million Adults. It Both Sustains And Kills- Like A God. It Is The Ordinary Made Beautiful; It Is Also The Average Made Leathal. The Normal Is The Indispensable, Murderous God Of Health.

What The Eye Does Not See, The Heart Does Not Grieve Over, Does It?

Worship Isn't Destructive, Martin. I Know That. I Don't. I Only Know It's The Core Of His Life. What Else Has He Got? He Can Hardly Read. He Knows No Physics Or Engineering To Make To World Real For Him. No Paintings To Show Him How Others Have Enjoyed It. No Music Except Television Jingles. No History Except Tales From A Desperate Mother. No Friends. Not One Kid To Give Him A Joke, Or Make Him Know Himself More Moderately. He's A Modern Citizen For Whom Society Doesn't Exist.

I Was Born In Liverpool In England, And I Lived There For The First Nine Years Of My Life.