: The church-cum-theater was now crowded with latecomers hoping to see the effects of this extended performance on the actors. Nunns later said that one of the reasons people come to the theater is the possibility of failure, and that possibility was heightened by such a feat of endurance. But something else happened in each section, particularly in the monologues: Everything that was "acting" in the performances was burned away, purified. As Kline delivered her final monologue, nearing midnight, she massaged her calf absently, not in the way that someone would think a character should, but as someone on her feet all day actually would. In their weariness, the actors transcended themselves and became the character. As the clock struck midnight, Nunns made an announcement and turned on the lights, exhausted-the purgatory of repetition had ended. It was the closest I'd ever come to religion in a church.