I need scarcely direct the reader's attention to Mr. Gilbert Murray's noble renderings of these speeches.
Such a scene occurs in that very able play, The Way the Money Goes, by Lady Bell.
In Mr. Stephen Phillips's play he does not actually play on the lyre, but he improvises and recites an ode to the conflagration.
And, after all, Mr. Shaw does not run counter to the legend. He exhibits Caesar and Napoleon "in their well-known attitudes": only, by an odd metempsychosis, the soul of Mr. Shaw has somehow entered into them.
That great spiritual drama known as the Book of Job opens, after the Prologue in Heaven, with one of the most startling of peripeties.