A Lot Of People Are Confused By

Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf Means Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf ... Who's Afraid Of Living Life Without False Illusions.

Any Definition Which Limits Us Is Deplorable.

I Suspect That The Theme, The Nature Of The Characters, And The Method Of Getting From The Beginning Of The Play To The End Is Already Established In The Unconscious.

One Must Let The Play Happen To One; One Must Let The Mind Loose To Respond As It Will, To Receive Impressions, To Sense Rather Than Know, To Gather Rather Than Immediately Understand.

And The West, Encumbered By Crippling Alliances, And Hardened With A Morality Too Rigid To Accommodate Itself To The Swing Of Events, Must ..... Eventually ..... Fall.