Percy Beaumont Wadsworth, The Dial (1923)
“ It seems as if the dramatist would catch the whole movement of life to imprison it within his short play; as if he would hold up the mirror to our disintegrating existence; as though by doing so he could give a new direction to our actions, a meaning or purpose to our meaningless lives. Especially is the fact of the unity of mankind underlined, and doubly emphasized whenever disaster overtakes him. Man is like a wayward child crying for the moon, for all that it sees: Wealth, Land, Gold, Liberty, Peace of the Soul, Escape, Forgetfulness, Health, Sleep, and God! ”
