The District Visitor
ight [Philip sits writing at a little table facing the audience. As he writes he talks aloud, because he is tipsy with hunger.]
Philip: A new form of art, if only I could remember the words of the right color! Splendid and torch and power, all good red words. Mystery is yellow, bitterness is grey, eternity is dead black. I want some blue words to mix with mystery for the grass. Blue words, blue words, Heaven help the idiot who compiled this dictionary! Dorothy!
[Dorothy is sitting in a deep armchair at the back of the stage almost hidden from the audience. When he calls she raises her head with an effort.]
Dorothy: Yes, dear.
Philip: What are you thinking of?
Dorothy: The rent’s not paid and the landlord—
Philip: Shylock, a Jew.
Dorothy: Will turn us into the street.
Philip [with a groan]: Only blue by associa-
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