"A man ain't a plaster saint"

I just saw Eugene O'Neill's "Diff'rent" at the Tennessee Williams Festival in P'town. Tenn saw this play here in the 1940's which is why it is included here now. O'Neill's poetry on a P'Town wharf [where he wrote so much] ....tide lapping gently under the boards, spume under your feet, with lighthouses over your shoulder has never brought him more to life. He wrote such personal, painful poetry so long ago that is still so relevant in 2010 and far beyond. We can all see ourselves in his work. "A man ain't a plaster saint" will stay with me forever. One needs whiskey after such magic. I'm off....