Page:The great Galeoto; Folly or saintliness; two plays done from the verse of José Echegaray into English prose by Hannah Lynch (IA greatgaleotofoll00echerich).djvu/46

. Not so. Bad as you or I may be—not worse. Neither good nor bad, and truly not repugnant. I am not such a cynic—neither a misanthrope, nor one so out of love with life as to fall into such unfairness.

. What, then, is the reason?

. The reason, Don Julian, is that there is no material room in the Scenario for this personage.

. Holy Virgin! What do you mean? Is it by chance a mythological drama with Titans in it?

. Titans, yes, but in the modern sense of the word.

. That is to say?

. That is to say, this person is … everybody.

. Everybody! You are right. There is no room for everybody on the stage. It is an incontrovertible truth that has more than once been demonstrated.

. Then you agree with me?

. Not entirely. Everybody may be condensed in a few types and characters. This is matter beyond my depth, but I have always understood that the masters have more than once accomplished it.

. Yes, but in my case it is to condemn me, not to write my drama.

. Why?

. For many reasons it would be difficult to explain,—above all, at this late hour.

. Never mind. Give me a few.

. Look! Each individual of this entire mass, each head of this monster of a thousand heads, of this Titan of the century, whom I call everybody, takes part in my play for a flying moment, to utter but one word, fling a 6