"Have you any?"
"I have a couple of lobes."
"Have you them with you?"
"There is at least one in good working order, and at your disposal," he laughed.
"Think of something new for us to do."
"If I supply the idea, will you make me director?"
"We'll make you prime minister, court chamberlain, anything you like!"
"Good. The thing will be called the 'Pageant of the Prophets.'"
"What prophets?"
"The old Biblical ones, but we'll draw on the entire Bible for our characters. We will build a palace throne room, Pontius Pilate's perhaps, or King Herod's, very gorgeous and beautiful. We can have groups, and friezes, and scenes; the costuming has infinite possibilities. We can have music and singing pilgrims. We can have dancing Salome, with her dripping head. Oh! it will be one magnificent spectacle!"