Alfred North:
[reads Larry Mackay's drama review of his wife's play]
He says the Hooton Players are charming - particularly their leading lady - but they're wasting time on a twenty-year old play written by a man with no talent for writing plays - namely, himself. "It was rejected by every Broadway producer in terms so outraged, that I determined never to write another one, thus saving myself years of futile effort and frustration." Here comes the cherry on the banana split: "I have been under attack of late by my near and dear for what they consider my cruelty as a critic. But this glimpse of my past monstrosity has made me so grateful to those I once thought cruel, that I shall go on yelling "Tripe," whenever tripe is served."... Well, we certainly taught HIM a lesson!
Kate Robinson Mackay:
This whole nonsensical thing is costing me everything important in my life... Do you think he'll come to the performance?
Alfred North:
[Once again reads directly from the article]
"Tonight when the curtain rises on "So Passion Dies" I shall be far, far away. And, dear reader, may I wish you the same good fortune."
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