Hillary's political thriller arrived yesterday. I'll begin it when I finish the James Lapine book about Sunday in the Park with George. I just finished reading about the 3-week showcase, which I saw on the Sunday matinee just shortly after "Finishing the Hat" was added to the score. That original workshop was so much more thrilling than the Broadway production. When the piece began, George erased a tree and it vanished from the set, and I thought, okay, this is going to be whimsical and smart, and when Bernadette Peters stepped out of that bustle and moved around during "Sunday in the Park with George," I thought, That's it; they've hooked me. Even if it goes to hell, I'm caught. Then we got to "Finishing the Hat" through the tableau, and I staggered out onto Forty-second street, weeping profusely and feeling so blessed and fortunate to have seen it.