But in The Lonely Way you didn’t consider me a fool when I continued to paint great pictures—in spite of conditions.
Grant
You were a great artist in that play.
Tom
And when you drew me you were a great dramatist. (Sadly) Now I see you are only a playwright.
Grant
And at the National Tom Robinson has become only a painter of pot-boilers. (Mockingly) You’ve certainly come down in the world.
Tom
I don’t need your pity; but I want you to realize that what you did to me you also did to yourself. When you made me fall, I brought you down with me. (He shakes the manuscript before him.) Look! I had life there in a powerful play.