This play was broadcast starring Vanessa Redgrave by the BBC some 40 years ago. God, what a wonderful play it is! JB Priestly has presented two important truths about human psychology in this tale which are strikingly obvious, but which are singularly absent from nearly all literature. One is how words, dismissive comments thoughtlessly uttered or written can cause devastation, can cut and hurt beyond redemptioon, we cannot make them good again but we didn't mean them, at least not mean them to be so toxic, resentment which turns into hatred, destructive comments which can cause appalling damage. The other point is how easily persons can be influnced for the good by persons who are deeply good themselves (the writer tells us that Carol is "simply delightful":)) and how important those good persons are, important and I mean this very sincerely, not just to happiness, but to the way the human species is going, to human survival itsself. The tragic death of one young girl, Carol, who is an angel (and JB Priestly succeeds brilliantly in representing in Carol a truly good person, an angel from God, with no oppressive piety no prigishness to her at all) who is sunshine and goodness and whose unfortuitous departure from life signifies disaster for the fortunes of her family, spiritual and material. I wish more people knew this play. I think in a way it "saved" me, I mean by saved that it turned me away from becoming a much worse kind of person than I in fact, hopefully, became. Because Carol dies the world is a worse place. I love Carol, a character in fiction, but she is so alive it is impossible to believe that she is really an invention at all. We should cherish the Carols of this world, for such persons do exist and they do not clamour for fame like our wretched politicians and preachers and profiteers of growth, exploitation and destruction. They live within the confines of small circles of friends or quietly try to repair the damage that the boasters of terrorism and misery proclaim to the world in their arrogance and their nihilism. The Carols of the world are modest, withdrawn very often, not clamouring and they are too few. I ask myself why God's creation is such a vale of tears and daily our wretched fallen species seems to make life worse for itself and certainly for the non human species condemned (the only appropriate word now, condemned!!) to share its fortunes with the killer ape that is Homo sapiens -famine, torture and waste everywhere we look. One girl died too young in this play. Let those with their wits still about them read or better watch this play and learn what is there to be learned by anyone who also finds Carol "simply delightful".