CALLER
Yes, I think so.
POET
Then I decline to look at it or to go near it. I know these decorations in cast iron. I once saw a pot-bellied Egyptian god, named Bēs, and he was meant to be ugly, but he wasn't as ugly as these decorations that the twentieth century can make with machinery. What has a plumber got to do with art that he should dare to attempt decoration?
CALLER
Then you won't help me.
POET
I won't look at ugly things and I won't listen to ugly noises, but if you can think of any reasonable plan I don't mind helping you.
CALLER
I can think of nothing else. You don't look like a plumber or a clock-winder. I can think of nothing more. I have had a terrible ordeal and I am not in the condition to think calmly.