Florentia. The newspapers?
Dorriforth. No, I don’t care for them. The people at dinners.
Florentia. Oh. they don’t say anything in particular.
Dorriforth. Doesn’t that seem to show the effort isn’t very suggestive?
Amicia. The conversation at dinners certainly isn’t.
Dorriforth. I mean our contemporary drama. To begin with, you can’t find it there’s no text.
Florentia. No text?
Auberon. So much the better!
Dorriforth. So much the better if there is to be no criticism. There is only a dirt prompter’s book. One can’t put one’s hand upon it; one doesn’t know what one is discussing. There is no “authority”—nothing is ever published.
Amicia. The pieces wouldn’t bear that.