Here it is at last! The dim purgatorial battle of Eliot wraiths in which a psychologist (but not really a psychologist of course!) settles the hash of the general and the saints in three acts -- the plodding, and everyday personalities realizing the impossibility of communicating with one another and working out a ""happiness"" based on that understanding, and the saint enveloped in her destiny. Clever, irritating, intriguing -- perfect for rainy Sundays and after seeing the play. And for the reading public away from the lights of Broadway, here's a play that makes good reading, in groups, or by individuals.