But this is an error of taste, not a fatal mistake, and though it's undeniably irritating, it fails to diminish the play's impact, just as Mr. Albee's occasional lapses into preachiness ("We are not talking about the rights we pretend we give ourselves in this bewildered land of ours") are mere surface flaws.
It's a terrible mess but it's a temporary mess, I mean it's not a deep wound for the Labour Party, it's a irritating rash, and now we've got to stop scratching it and get on with something more serious.