MENDEL
Don't talk any more—you know it is bad for you.
DAVID
But Miss Revendal asked—and I want to explain to her what America means to me.
MENDEL
You can explain it in your American symphony.
VERA [Eagerly—to David]
You compose?
DAVID [Embarrassed]
Oh, uncle, why did you talk of—? Uncle always—my music is so thin and tinkling. When I am writing my American symphony, it seems like thunder crashing through a forest full of bird songs. But next day—oh, next day!