really look like “Shol ed epi gram.” When this fact has been sufficiently demonstrated, the frantic producer rushes through the imaginary door for the fifth time, feverishly croaking: “Clara, something unexpected has happened to me!”
In this sentence the dramatist realizes all the stupidity and senselessness of the world. Never, he fears, will this chaos be resolved into beautiful harmony; the world will never, never recover from the terrible fact that something unexpected has happened; for they will never get any further on than this line. . . .
“Enter Katie,” announces the producer.
“Mm, mm,” comes from the rear of the room, where Katie has been simultaneously swallowing a sausage and executing a dance and chattering nineteen to the dozen. Crash. Two chairs fly to the ground, and Katie stands in the middle of the room hugging her knee in silent agony. “Katie has entered,” she informs the company at large.
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