When, in one of those     moves that throws   the poor actors like meat on the fire, he must have written

Starts to cry,

and she did and did not stop >and when   the character beside her >asked,         with faint

disgust, Just what     do you think you’re crying for, the question was fair if cruel because

it lacked all preparation >it

was cheating, we hadn’t been >made   to care. On stony ground.