Prattle: But, but, you can't think that you could see Fame, you don't expect to see it?
de Reves: Not to me. Never to me. She of the golden trumpet and Greek dress will never appear to me.... We all have our dreams.
Prattle: I say—what have you been doing all day?
de Reves: I? Oh, only writing a sonnet.
Prattle: Is it a long one?
de Reves: Not very.
Prattle: About how long is it?
de Reves: About fourteen lines.
Prattle (impressively): I tell you what it is.
de Reves: Yes?