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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: 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