It is very, very difficult for a playwright to write a scene in which a young man has his first deep experience of sex with a girl whom he found immensely attractive, is fully satisfied by this event and gets up and blinds a lot of horses.

What the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve over, does it?

All reined up in old language and old assumptions, straining to jump clean-hoofed on to a whole new track of being I only suspect is there. I can't see it, because my educated, average head is being held at the wrong angle. I can't jump because the bit forbids it, and my own basic force - my horsepower, if you like - is too little.

Figaro is a bad play. It stirs up hatred between the classes. In France, it has caused nothing but bitterness. My own dear sister,Antoinette, writes me that she is beginning to be frightened of her own people.

I think I did have fantasies about being an actor. In fact, I know I did.

Tragedy, for me, is not a conflict between right and wrong, but between two different kinds of right.

And in fact, I think one of the best guides to telling you who you are, and I think children use it all the time for this purpose, is fantasy.