The cardinal sin of a play is to sacrifice emotional truth to make a philosophical point. Grandfather [Judge Learned Hand] had a bad back, he'd lie on the floor to relieve the pain. I did my first Shakespeare sitting next to him on the floor, reading 'Antony and Cleopatra' and 'King Lear,' his favorites plays, and all the time grandfather'd be correcting my speech, my accent, then interrupting to see if I understood all the words. I must have been about 12 or 13. It was an experience that has stayed with me all these years. It's an odd feeling, and in an odd way I've never cared if I'm accepted or rejected. I just remind myself that if I'd wanted to make money I didn't have to go into this business. I did it because as preposterous as it sounds, I wanted to be an artist.