Just before the final curtain at a Broadway opening one night last week, the theater critic of the New York Times, a mild, slender, unassuming man with steel-rimmed spectacles and a grey mustache, slipped inconspicuously out of the Lyceum Theater and walked two blocks back to his paper. He settled into his chair on the third floor of the Times building on 43rd Street, and following the practice of years, spread out the theater program, a dozen freshly pointed pencils and a legal-size pad of lined paper. Then, writing by hand, one paragraph at...
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