A play, written for a special memorial celebration in Canterbury, and performed there a short time back, and received with wide acclaim. The play reads well. It is -- obviously -- the story of the death of Thomas a Becket. The market for plays to read has grown tremendously these past few years. There is interest, always among the ""intelligentzia"" in a new T.S. Eliot. This should appeal to people who cannot understand his more abstract work, and widen the market considerably.