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I cannot. I can never enter that house again.
POET
If you have committed a murder, by all means tell me. I am not sufficiently interested in ethics to wish to have you hanged for it.
CALLER
Do I look like a murderer?
POET
No, of course not. I am only saying that you can safely trust me, for not only does the statute book and its penalties rather tend to bore me, but murder itself has always had a certain fascination for me. I write delicate and fastidious lyrics, yet, strange as it may appear, I read every murder trial, and my sympathies are always with the prisoner.
CALLER
But I tell you I am not a murderer.
POET
Then what have you done?
CALLER
I have quarrelled with a lady in that house and have sworn to join the Bosnians and die in Africa.
POET
But this is beautiful.
CALLER
Unfortunately I forgot my hat.
POET
You go to die for a hopeless love, and in a far country; it was the wont of the troubadours.
CALLER
But you will get my hat for me?
POET
That I will gladly do for you. But we must find an adequate reason for entering the house.
CALLER
You pretend to tune the piano.
POET
That, unfortunately, is impossible. The sound of a piano being unskilfully handled is to me what the continual drop of cold water on the same part of the head is said to be in countries where that interesting torture is practised. There is--
CALLER
But what are we to do?
POET
There is a house where kind friends of mine have given me that security and comfort that are a poet's necessity. But there was a governess there and a piano. It is years and years since I was able even to see the faces of those friends without an inward shudder.
CALLER
Well, we'll have to think of something else.
POET
You are bringing back to these unhappy days the romance of an age of which the ballads tell us that kings sometimes fought in no other armor than their lady's nights.h.i.+rt.
CALLER
Yes, but you know first of all I must get my _hat_.
POET
But why?
CALLER
I cannot possibly be seen in the streets without a hat.
POET
Why not?
CALLER
It can't be done.
POET
But you confuse externals with essentials.
CALLER
I don't know what you call essentials, but being decently dressed in London seems pretty essential to me.
POET
