There is a misconception of tragedy with which I have been struck in review after review, and in many conversations with writers and readers alike. It is the idea that tragedy is of necessity allied to pessimism.

Cleave to no faith when faith brings blood.

When today fails to offer the justification for hope, tomorrow becomes the only grail worth pursuing.

Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.

Without alienation, there can be no politics.

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.

Self-realization and self-fulfilment are the sine qua non for human existence.