SUCTION: |
Was Pindar a better poet than Giotto was a painter? |
SIPSOP: |
Plutarch didn't write the life of Giotto. |
QUID: |
[from the bar] No, to be sure, he was an Italian. |
SUCTION: |
Well, that is not any proof. |
QUID: |
[marches into the fray] Plutarch was a nasty ignorant puppy. I
hate your sneaking rascals. Here's Aradobo [pounds him on the back]
who, in 20, 10, or 12 years, will be a far superior genius. |
SIPSOP: |
Ah! Aradobo [pounds him on the back] will make a very clever fellow. |
QUID: |
Of course, any natural fool would make a clever fellow, if he
was brought up properly. [pounds him on the back] |
SUCTION: |
Hang your reasoning! I hate reasoning. I do everything by my feelings. |
SIPSOP: |
Ah! I only wish Jack Tearguts had the cutting of Plutarch. He
understands anatomy better than any of the ancients. [stands on
his chair] He'll plunge his knife up to the hilt in a single drive
and thrust his fist in, and all in the space of a quarter of an
hour. He doesn't mind their crying, though they cry ever so. [leans
on ARADOBO] He'll swear at them and keep them down with his fist,
and tell them that he'll scrape their bones if they don't lay still
and be quiet. |
QUID: |
[eye to eye with SIPSOP] Why the Hell should people who get it
for nothing make such a fuss anyway? |