End.



‎He'd lost his magic. The impulse was spent. He'd never failed in the theater, everything he had done had been strong and successful, and then the terrible thing happened: he couldn't act. Going on-stage became agony. Instead of the certainty that he was going to be wonderful, he knew he was going to fail. (...) He couldn't get over to the audience. His talent was dead.

in The Humbling
Philip Roth