“Gripstein: ‘Not four soldi? But think what they spend on cinemas and cigarettes!’”
But it is not until the third act that the Duke D’Azolls lays bare the full misconception of the Doctrine Lenin: “Not a paradise of blossoming brotherhood, not a natural growth under God’s heaven, but a Socialism ripened prematurely under the heat of compulsion and watered with blood; a Socialism under a sky of glass, unstable, sterile.... And forced—good God!—from what seed? Constricting figs in greenhouse pots will precipitate them artificially, but there is high authority for doubting if they can be gathered from thistles.”
Mr. Zangwill has taken upon himself a monumental task. That he has had any success at all is remarkable.
M. W.
Editor’s Table
“Here we are,” exclaimed Richard Cory tritely; “the usual archaisms.”
“Do you mean us?” asked little Bukis innocently.
“No, you fool!” this from Ahaseurus, who was still wearing goloshes. “He is referring to the manuscripts.”
Bukis flew into a passion at this and started seething through the book reviews. There was a blare of trumpets, a rush of wind, and in burst the red-faced Benson.