Actually, I cannot really fault Sammy. We all were exhausted most of our time in the city. I myself was not immune to the effect of this condition. Sunday, for the performance of Haydn’s The Creation, at Carnegie Hall, barely into Part The First, after the Introduction and initial Recitative, the following Chorus began with a soft passage. I did not fall completely asleep, but I must have nearly dozed off, because when came the words “Let there be light,” in which the word LIGHT is presented with a full crescendo by both chorus and orchestra, I was jolted to life, if not light. I was well awake for the rest of the performance!

Having attended the Friday matinee performance of Parsifal, I elected to attend a play that Friday night. My choice was Jean Anouilh’s Time Remembered, selected not for the play itself but rather for the cast of that performance. I knew then, as I know now, that the cast, with Helen Hayes, Richard Burton, and Susan Strasberg, was exceptional. I remember no details of the play–only that I was experiencing what was for me a bit of cultural history.

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