In a time of smug intolerance, America had descended into the black the ascendency of the troglodytes, the triumph of the ignorant, the final death wish of the empire. Instead of wallowing in melancholia or despair, we need to rouse the little grey cells and do battle with the forces of darkness. Some of these plays are amusements for our last days; the last futile peccadilloes of the bourgeoisie; the last picayune struggles of the lumpen proletariat. Other plays, while offering little hope for the future, share a remembrance of times past. Memories of past civilizations where men wore suits and women wore nylons; the heroic myths of the Greeks; the Elizabethan tragedies; the Noh plays of Japan; or even just remembering the 60s’ – our last attempt at a great society.