A Manhattan-bound subway train lurches on its way, long after midnight. Two by two, the passengers come aboard at successive stops: a crabby old Jewish couple, a soldier and his Oklahoma-born buddy with his left arm in a cast, two sets of middle-aged bickerers, a sad-eyed homosexual and the seedy intellectual he is unsuccessfully trying to seduce, a get-Whitey Negro and his worried wife, two love-happy hippies. Grand Hotel on wheels? The Subway of Fools? That, for about the first third of The Incident, seems to be the intent.
Then two more passengers arrive:...
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