GERALD. Oh, you'd have your games and so on to keep you bright and jolly.
WENTWORTH (sarcastically). Golf and cricket, I suppose?
GERALD. Golf, of course; I'm doubtful about cricket. You must have another one for cricket, and I'm afraid the warder wouldn't play. But golf, and squash rackets, and bowls, and billiards—and croquet—
WENTWORTH (in despair). Oh, go on!
GERALD. Really, you're hopeless. What the Swiss Family Wentworth would have done if they'd ever been shipwrecked, I can't think. Don't you ever invent anything for yourself? (Excitedly) Man alive! you've got a hymn-book and a piece of soap, what more do you want? You can play anything with that. (Thoughtfully) Oh, I forgot the Olympic games. Standing long jump. And they talk about the boredom of it!
WENTWORTH (thoughtfully). You've got your ideas, Gerald. I wonder if you'd act up to them.
GERALD. One never knows, but honestly I think so. (There is silence for a little.)
BOB. Is that all?
GERALD. Oh, Bob, I know it's easy for me to talk—
BOB. I wonder you didn't say at once: "Try not to think about it." You're always helpful.