They come over here, and then they have to burn
their bridges ... and we see how wonderful America could be if they were
given things to do instead of being neglected....
JOE
Here's your coat, Mr. Wentworth.
MR. WENTWORTH
Thank you. Thank you for the delicious tea, Silvia. If I weren't leaving
town so soon.... Good night.
SYLVIA
Good night. The stairs are rather dark.... (_He goes out_)
JOE
Damn!
SYLVIA
Yes, I know, Joe. It's discouraging....
JOE
Discouraging? It's immoral! Oh, these smug people who have been taught
what to admire! These unborn souls who want to shut us all up in the dark!
I suppose he went away thinking I put myself up higher than Raphael. Who
are we painting for? _They_ don't want it--wouldn't take it for a gift.
And here we are, a poor little group, standing amazed before the glory of
the sun, and painting it--for the blind!
SILVIA
Some day, Joe....
JOE
Some day--yes, when the life has oozed out of all our bright canvasses,
when only the "rules" are left. And we won't be able to rise from our
graves and curse them!
SILVIA
Now, Joe!
JOE
I guess I let you in for a hard time, Silvia.
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