"In 'Master Harold'... and the boys the author has journeyed so deep into the psychosis of racism that all national boundaries quickly fall away, that no one is left unimplicated by his vision... Mr. Fugard has forced us to face, point-blank, our capacity for hate... but we're also left with the exultant hope that we may yet practice compassion without stumbling... The choice, of course, is ours. Mr. Fugard's wrenching play, which insists that we make it, is beyond beauty." — Jonathan Lyons