resigned to the unfinished state of the stage; the tailor fits an unfinished coat on to the actor who must now play his part: the hairdresser places the improvised wig on to his head; the wardrobe-man pushes on to him some unnecessarily large gloves; the producer presses the required stick into his hand; now the play may begin.
The curtain rises, and the hero opens with something like this: “Clara! Something unexpected has happened to me!” At once, in a shrill, hysterical voice, the producer screams out that something is not as it ought to be. Of course, it is the light which is all wrong.
“And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.” But it does not say in the Holy Bible whether the light was red, yellow, or blue. There is nothing in Genesis about switches, tubes, funnels, or searchlights, about ones, twos, threes, fifties, hundreds, or thousands, about regulators or reflectors, about horizons or shadows, and other lighting effects. The Lord did not command:
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