...though our hearts break, we cannot flinch... - Arthur Miller

A playwright lives in an occupied country… And if you can't live that way you don't stay.

The best of our theater is standing on tiptoe, striving to see over the shoulders of father and mother. The worst is exploiting and wallowing in the self-pity of adolescence and obsessive keyhole sexuality. The way out, as the poet says, is always through.

When one rises above the individual villainy displayed, one can only pity them all, just as we shall be pitied some day.