DOROTHEA (half hypnotized). Of which no more is visible to men
Than the mere summit—fair with azure light
And flowers and birds and grain to sow and reap——
THE VOICE. While the huge base goes shelving out of sight
To coral-caves and monsters of the deep.
DOROTHEA. How queer to think that while one part of me
Is almost fond of James, another part
Is—doubtful——
THE VOICE.Doubtful? Just you wait and see!
DOROTHEA. Oh, for some ceremony, some magic art,
To call up the subconscious mind!
THE VOICE.Then hold
Jung with your right hand, with your left hand Freud,
And clap them thrice.
DOROTHEA (following these directions). Of course, I'm far too old....
I ought to be more rationally employed....
But still——
(DOROTHY WILD darts out from behind the screen. She is a barbaric figure clad in furs and wearing a tiara of feathers.)
DOROTHY.O-hai! And so at last I'm free!