One measure of a revolution is the change in faces. At Edinburgh in the fall of 1963, Kenneth Tynan made himself host to ninety gentlemen and ladies of the theatre from several corners of the narrowing globe. The delegation from the United States was led by Harold Clurman and Lillian Hellman, spirits from our vital thirties, still active, and still representative of our theatre's leadership. (Leadership is a word chosen out of courtesy: taken against the delegates of other countries, the singular message of the conference was that America had no theatre leaders. As always, a visual image told the most chilling tale: every day, three ladies took seats next to one another on the platform, each hatted and veiled like three weird sisters at a club luncheon. They were Miss Hellman, Agnes Moorhead, and Judith Anderson.