I know that I liberated a large typewriter from the Western Union company and dragged it down to the apartment I was sharing with all my friends, and just started writing this play. It took me two weeks. It’s called The Zoo Story. I’d been writing a lot of stuff until then. I’d made a couple of half-assed attempts at plays which I never finished, and all of a sudden I wrote The Zoo Story, and I had a very odd sensation: “This isn’t bad. This may even be individual.” It’s the first thing I ever wrote that I could say, “You wrote this. All the influences have been put aside, and put under. You’ve learned enough. This is your voice.” I was aware of that at the time. That was a good feeling.