So much sadness pours out between when people wrought the
dramatic lines and when the same don costumes so that they
might face one another and deliver.  When the words were
written, how empty and thin they looked on the page and so far away. But
under the hot lights scathing the stage, how menacing and so very real
each word was as you spoke it.  I tried to impart to my voice the
quality of recollection that we were just acting, that this is not who
we were.  But by then we both knew that this was a lie.  Enough
of who we really were had slipped out and everyone had seen it and
the best we could do was act a bit embarrassed that we were
seen and go back to the performance pretending to forget what had
happened.  Sometimes, a little truth slips out there, and that's
when you have to come to grip with yourself not only as an actor, but
as a person.