At the end of his entry, he makes an observation that calls to mind what many reported seeing during the original production of Miller's Death of a Salesman:
Just before the curtain came down, the air was rent by the loudest, most convulsive sobs I have ever heard from within a theater audience. When I looked behind me, I saw a business-suited man the size of a linebacker, his head buried in his hands, being comforted by a petite blonde woman. My date for the show, who is as much in love with theater as I am, said of the sobbing giant, “That’s rather heartening, isn’t it?” I knew what she meant.
The Huntington Theatre Company produced an excellent All My Sons last season - the play still has an enormous power.