that once you lay in my arms and adored me? I am merely a
good friend from Munich, and a friend may surely visit you
MARGARET: Anyone else - not you.
GILBERT: Why not? You still misunderstand me - I assure
you I am here only as a friend; everything else is over long
ago - you will see (pointe to his book).
MARGARET: What is that?
GILBERT: My la test novel.
MARGARET: You write novels?
GILBERT: To be sure.
MARGARET: Since when have you learned that?
GILBERT! What do you mean?
MARGARET: Ah, now I remember your real scope - the little
sketches -observations of everyday happenings.
GILBERT: (Angry). Mytwope - my scope is the world.
I do not limit myself. I don't know what is to prevent
my writing a novel. I write what pleases me.
MARGARET: Well, the opinion of the competent orities was -
CILBERT: Who is competent?
MARGARET: Well, for instance, I remember a certain criticiam
of Neuman in the Allgemeinen.
GILBERT: Neuman is an idiot. I boxed his care.
MARGARET: You what?
OILBERT: In àmgination I boxed hie eare. At that time