But now it’s much too late. XXX Or could it be that the governments of 19th century Europe hadn’t suppressed the play because it offended them, but because they knew what it could do? But not all of it, you see: I only wrote the first Act. She lay on the bed, pulling me down with her, holding me in place between her splayed legs. Except it wasn’t: It was the same lines, certainly, but when I had read them on the page they had not filled me with the kind of dread that I felt then. It had been months now and there was no telling how many in the department had read it. It was almost sunrise (I slept during the day; it was safer) when something passed by. I stripped the tape away, and below, in the center of the campus, I saw the great fire being stoked, and around it I saw
