Fog rolls in from the sea and a family of four sits in a Connecticut house, talking and drinking and tearing each other apart with the precision of intimates who know exactly where the wounds are. Eugene O'Neill wrote this play in 1941 but forbade its production until after his death; it was staged in 1956 because his widow understood that some testaments cannot wait. The Tyrones are the O'Neills barely disguised: the matinee-idol father, the morphine-addicted mother, the alcoholic elder son, the consumptive younger one who will become a writer. Four acts move from morning light to midnight darkness. Forgiveness here is not resolution; it is the exhaustion that follows truth, and the love that survives it.