Guilt is running nudity a close second at theater box offices. Flesh peddling is relatively honest, since it makes no particular pretense of moral grandeur. But when the clink of commerce purports to be the thunder of conscience, all sorts of hypocrisies begin masquerading as virtues.
In recent seasons, the guilt peddlers have brought the following wares to the dramatic market: The Deputy, The Investigation, Incident at Vichy, Soldiers, The Man in the Glass Booth, The Great White Hope, In the Matter of J. Robert Oppenheimer and now Indians. These plays have much in common. While an occasional effort is...
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