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Athol Fugard’s Ibsenian 1985 drama about the plight of the creative spirit is like a candle: luminous but a bit drippy. (Load up on coffee before the dozy-cozy first act.) The play does catch fire in its eloquently lyrical climactic speech, which the indomitable Rosemary Harris delivers with marvelous ragged dignity.—Adam Feldman
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