For all the hard work and joy of immersion that came at Yale, my time there was a kind of purgatory, just a resting place. I see that period in my life as the beginning of a great failure: failure to provide relief for Jackie at the home she lived in, failure as a husband, a lover, as an actor, as a father. I don’t deny anything. I’m not trying to allay anything. I do, though, have a predisposition to look at the negative of things.
