Archy, applauding wildly, watches this cockroach cabaret while seated on the floor in front of the audience. At the same time, the cockroach chorus sets up stonily silent cardboard cutouts of additional audience members alongside him. The moment provided, briefly, a sad little metaphor for a cold Sunday of theater. Archy and Mehitabel is a marvelous work, and deserves the vigorous applause Archy provided it. But with my mood still darkened by skittish news from New York, I found it hard to muster such enthusiasm. Me, I was among the cardboard cutouts.