Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Mar. Excellent reasons for not being a journalist.

Peter. I'm fit for nothing else. I thought I had supporters, friends who'd rally round when the official party sent me to the rightabout. I've waited there a week. I have no friends.

Mar. You don't need friends. You want an employer, and I thought you were a skilled mechanic.

Peter. Yes. As a matter of fact I did have a vague idea of going in for aeroplanes.

Mar. Oh, Peter, Peter, still the high flights!

Peter (earnestly). There's money in it, Margaret.

Mar. For the mechanic?

Peter. I shouldn't be a mechanic long. A man of original mind like me is bound to be ahead of the crowd. I've to keep moving fast. I can't wait for the mob to catch me up. Yes, there's something in that aeroplane idea.

Mar. There is. Fame. Applause. Incense. Everything that ruined you before.

Peter. You can't be famous without risk.