In the last five years I have borrowed or bought a good many European and American Idea Plays to read; I have watched the Absurd and the More-Than-Absurd Theater. In the aggregate I could not help but judge the plays as frail exercises, more often than not half-witted, but above all lacking in the prime requisites of imagination and ability. It is only fair, given this flat opinion, I should now put my own head on the chopping-block. You may, if you wish, be my executioners.
