Hamilton is the best show I have ever seen. I don’t say that to minimize any others. I don’t even say it with exuberance. It just came into my head as a fact as I sat and watched the workshop with Mike Nichols and every other theater luminary I had the gift and privilege to be in the room with. It moves the art form forward. It begins where In the Heights left off—and that was quite a high note. Three songs in, it downshifts into a song called “Wait for It,” a completely new sound from this composer, Lin-Manuel Miranda. It then makes that shift again and again. Every time you think you have it pegged, it stretches its arms and legs and becomes something else, something undeniably new. Finally, when it’s almost done, and you are thoroughly thrilled and moved, it does it one more time, by letting Hamilton himself go and inviting his rock and joy of a wife to finish the story, celebrating their love and commitment over adversity, ambition, and ego.