here is the stage the little new york office sparsely furnished the corpulent author sitting in his chair with his duplicated chin heavy in his hands and the shade over his eyes making black pits of his sockets and the downward curve of the mouth which you can see even from way in the back row he is storming his silence thunderous and vast enter stage left the lissom black girl he takes no notice of her presence it seems but allows her to make her way to the seat on the other side of the desk where she opens her bag and withdraws sheets of fresh paper and a folder ragged with clippings and page fragments and you all lean in close to watch her organize her papers on the desk while you wait with quivering impatience for the first word of this one act piece to slip quietly out into the world .