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Maury: I’m tired of it. I’ve seen it three times. (To Dick:) The first time, we went out after Act One and found a most amazing bar. When we came back we entered the wrong theatre.

Anthony: Had a protracted dispute with a scared young couple we thought were in our seats.

Dick: (As though talking to himself) I think—that when I’ve done another novel and a play, and maybe a book of short stories, I’ll do a musical comedy.

Maury: I know—with intellectual lyrics that no one will listen to. And all the critics will groan and grunt about “Dear old Pinafore.” And I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

Dick: (Pompously) Art isn’t meaningless.

Maury: It is in itself. It isn’t in that it tries to make life less so.

Anthony: In other words, Dick, you’re playing before a grand stand peopled with ghosts.

Maury: Give a good show anyhow.

Anthony:(To Maury) On the contrary, I’d feel that it being a meaningless world, why write? The very attempt to give it purpose is purposeless.