"I don't care for looking on," said Paul decidedly. "I want to be it all the time."
"I suppose we all do to begin with, and then ... we find out that lookers-on see most of the game."
"I don't care much about seeing games. I'd rather play them; it's much more fun really. Truly it is," he said earnestly.
"Doubtless you are right," the man said courteously, "but, you see, we don't all care for the same games."
"When I'm grown up—and rich," Paul announced, "I shall write books——"
"You're wise to be rich first," murmured the man.
"I shall write books," Paul continued, "with that little piano, and when I'm not writing I shall play at being all the people in my books—one after the other—at least, all the nice ones, who are successful."
"Are the nice ones always successful?"
"In the end, always. Of course, they have trials and things."
"What about Don Quixote?" asked the man.