[These note were made in 1984:]. It's curious how much flatter this play seems on paper. Its politics are played up; its human emotions played down. It really took the lip-smacking enthusiasm of that fine Toronto cast I saw to make it come alive. I had once again to admire the ingenuity that created parallel characters, even though, off the stage, they seem only to be personifications of particular sexual traits and attitudes. There was much pleasure in re-living the outrageousness of Uncle Harry, of the white "black" servant, of the modern-day gays and resentfully feminist husbands. I suppose it's the nearest I can get to pinning down my pleasant memories of the play - to own it in book form.