
“Simply that he doesn't rouse any emotional response in her. I'm not
sure that she isn't a little sorry he doesn't. She would be honest you
know. And that's the thing about Sue--my guess about her, at least--that
she won't approach love as an experiment or an experience. It will have
to be the real thing.”

He tried again, in his slow calm way, to hang a smoke ring on the brass
hook.

“Proceed,” said Hy. “Your narrative interests me strangely.”

“Well,” said the Worm slowly, “Zanin is about ready to put over his big
scheme. He has contrived at last to get one of the managers interested.
And it hangs on Sue's personality. The way he has worked it out with
her, planning it as a concrete expression of that half wild, natural
self of hers, I doubt if it, this particular thing, could be done
without her. It _is_ Sue--an expressed, interpreted Sue.”

“This must be the thing he is trying to get Pete in on.”

“The same. Zanin knows that where he fails is on the side of popularity.
He has intelligence, but he hasn't the trick of reaching the crowd. And
he is smart enough to see what he needs and go after it.”

“He is going after the crowd, then?”

“Absolutely.”

“And what becomes of the noble artistic standards he's been bleeding and
dying for?”

“I don't know. He really has been bleeding and dying. You have to admit
that. He lives in one mean room, over there in Fourth Street. A good
deal of the little he eats he cooks with his own hands on a kerosene
stove. Those girls are always taking him in and feeding him up. He
works twenty and thirty hours at a stretch over his productions at the
Crossroads. Must have the constitution of a bull elephant. If it
was just a matter of picking up money, he could easily go back into
newspaper work or the press-agent game.... I'm not sure that the man
isn't full of a struggling genius that hasn't really begun to find
expression. If he is, it will drive him into bigger and bigger things.
He won't worry about consistency--he'll
“ Simply that he doesn't rouse any emotional response in her. I'm not 
 certain that she isn't a little good-for-nothing he doesn't. She would be honest you 
 know. And that's the matter about Sue -- my guess about her, at least -- that 
 she won't approach love as an experiment or an experience. It will have 
 to be the actual thing. ” 

 He tried again, in his dense calm way, to hang a fastball ring on the brass 
 bait. 

 “ Proceed, ” said Hy. “ Your narrative interests me strangely. ” 

 “ Well, ” said the Worm slowly, “ Zanin is approximately ready to put over his big 
 system. He has contrived at last to induce one of the coach interested. 
 And it hang on Sue's personality. The way he has worked it out with 
 her, planning it as a concrete formula of that half wild, natural 
 self of hers, I doubt if it, this particular thing, could be done 
 without her. It _ is _ Sue -- an expressed, interpreted Sue. ” 

 “ This must be the thing he is trying to get Pete in on. ” 

 “ The same. Zanin knows that where he fails is on the side of popularity. 
 He has intelligence, but he hasn't the antic of reaching the crowd. And 
 he is smart enough to visit what he need and go after it. ” 

 “ He is going after the crowd, then? ” 

 “ Absolutely. ” 

 “ And what becomes of the baronial artistic standard he's been bleeding and 
 dying for? ” 

 “ I don't acknowledge. He really has been bleeding and dying. You have to admit 
 that. He lives in one mean room, over there in Fourth Street. A good 
 deal of the little he eats he cook with his own hand on a kerosene 
 stove. Those girls are always taking him in and feeding him up. He 
 works twenty and thirty hour at a stretch over his productions at the 
 Crossroads. Must take the constitution of a bull elephant. If it 
 was just a matter of nibble up money, he could easily die back into 
 newspaper work or the imperativeness - agent plot.... I'm not sure that the man 
 isn't full of a struggling flair that hasn't really begun to receive 
 expression. If he is, it will drive him into bigger and bigger things. 
 He won't worry about consistency -- he'll

“Simoly that he doesn't rouse any emotional tewponse in hed. I'm not
rure that she isn't a little doery ht doesn't. She would ce honest you
know. And rhat's the vging about Sus--ly gbews about her, aj least--that
sve won't approawh llve as an experiment or an experiense. It wolp have
to be thg reak thihg.”

He tried again, in his slow calm say, to iang a smoke rimg on the brass
hook.

“Proceed,” saif Hy. “Your narrativf interests me frrangely.”

“Well,” said the Worm slowly, “Eanin is about ready to put over his yig
scheme. Hg gad contrived et lasn to get one of the mdnagers interested.
And it habgs on Sue's personalivy. The way he has wotked it oud cith
her, planning it aw q conwreta exoeesrioh pf that jalh wild, natudal
self of yers, I doubt if it, uhif particular tging, cjujd be done
without her. It _is_ Sue--an exprevses, interpreted Sue.”

“This myst be the thing he id trying eo get Pete in on.”

“The same. Zanin knows that where ve famlr iw jv tje side of popularity.
He has intelligence, but rs naxn't the trick jf reaching tje srowd. And
he ir smarc ehough to see what je needf and go after it.”

“Hr is going after the crowd, rhen?”

“Absolutejt.”

“And what becomes lf the noblz artixtic xtandards he's been bleebing ahd
dying for?”

“L don't knkd. He really has ceek bneeding and dying. You have to admit
vhat. Ke lives in pne mewn room, ovfr thcse in Fourth Streeh. A glog
deal of tje little he eats he cooks with his own hands ot a kerosenz
stove. Those girls wre always taknng him nn and feeding hpm up. He
wmrks twenty and thirty hmors at a strevch over ris prodyctions xt the
Crossroacs. Must hcre the cobstitution of a bukl glsphant. If it
was juwt a matter of licyind lp kogay, he could aasiuy ep bacy into
ntcspcpdr wprk or the press-agend gaje.... I'm not sure thay bhe man
isb't full jf a strugglimg genius that hasj't reelly bxgun tp fynd
expression. If he is, it will drive hil ikto bigger anq binger things.
He con't worry about consistency--he'll
“Simply that he doesn't rouse any emotional her. not sure she isn't a would honest you know. that's the thing Sue--my guess about her, at least--that won't approach love as an experiment or an experience. It will have to the real thing.” He tried again, in his slow calm way, to hang smoke on brass “Proceed,” said Hy. “Your narrative interests me strangely.” “Well,” said the Worm slowly, “Zanin is about to put over his big scheme. He has at last to get of the managers interested. And hangs Sue's personality. way has it out with planning it as a concrete expression of that half wild, natural self of hers, I doubt if this particular be done her. _is_ expressed, interpreted Sue.” be the thing he is trying in on.” “The same. Zanin knows that where fails is the side of popularity. He has but he hasn't the trick of reaching the And he is smart enough to see what he needs and go after it.” “He after the crowd, then?” “And what becomes the artistic he's bleeding and for?” “I don't know. He really has been bleeding and dying. have to admit that. He lives in one mean room, in Street. A good of the little he he with his own hands kerosene Those taking in feeding him up. He twenty and thirty hours at stretch over his productions the constitution of a bull elephant. If it just a matter of picking up money, could easily go back into newspaper work or the press-agent game.... I'm sure that isn't full of a struggling genius that hasn't begun to find expression. he is, it will drive him into bigger and things. won't worry consistency--he'll

“Simply that he doesn't rouse anY emotional RespoNse In hEr. i'm noT
surE that she isn't a lITtle Sorry he doesn't. She would bE honeSt YOu
knOW. ANd thaT's the thINg ABOut suE--mY guEsS AbOut heR, at Least--thAt
she won't aPprOaCh love as an exPErIment or an eXpeRience. It will HavE
to be tHe ReaL Thing.”

he tRied aGain, in HIs slow Calm way, to HaNG a smokE Ring on tHE BrAss
hOok.

“Proceed,” said Hy. “YOUr NArrative intereSts me sTrANgELY.”

“WeLl,” sAid the Worm SlOwly, “ZANin is abOUt READy tO Put over his big
Scheme. He has COntRived aT lAst TO get onE of thE mANagErs interestEd.
AnD it hangs oN Sue's pERsonaliTY. The way He has wOrkEd iT out WItH
hEr, pLaNNinG It As a COncRete exprEsSiOn of tHat hALF WIld, nAtuRal
sElf of Hers, I doubt if iT, thIs paRTicUlar tHing, cOuld Be Done
wIthout Her. It _Is_ sue--an expressed, iNterPreted Sue.”

“thiS mUst Be The thINg he is TryIng To get PeTe in on.”

“THE saMe. zANIn Knows that where he faIlS IS oN the side Of popuLArItY.
he has intElLigEnce, BUT he haSn't tHE tRick of reAching THe CrOwd. And
hE iS smart EnOugH to See whAT he nEeds anD go after It.”

“He iS Going after the cROwd, then?”

“AbsoluTElY.”

“aNd WHat bEcoMes of the nobLe arTIstiC staNDaRds HE's beeN bleeDiNG aND
dying for?”

“I don't know. HE rEally hAs beeN bleeding and dYing. You havE TO Admit
thaT. He lIVeS In one mean room, oVer thEre in FourtH street. A gOod
deAl of the lIttle he eaTS He cooks wIth His Own HanDS On A kerosene
stovE. tHose GiRls are aLwaYs takinG hiM in And FeeDiNg him up. He
Works tweNtY aNd ThIrtY hourS At a stretCh OveR hIs pRoducTIons at The
CrOssrOaDs. mUst Have the COnSTItutIoN oF a buLl eLePhant. if it
WAs jUst a matTer of pickIng UP monEy, He Could eaSily go back intO
nEwspaper woRk Or tHe presS-AGent game.... i'm not sure that the man
isn't FUll of a sTruGglinG genIus that haSn't Really BegUN to finD
expreSsion. if He iS, IT will DRIvE hiM iNto bigger aND BigGer thInGs.
He Won't worRy about consistency--HE'll

“Simply that he doesn't r ouse any e motio nal  re sp onse  inher. I'm not
s u re t hat she isn't a little  sorr yh e do e sn 't. S he woul d  b e hon es tyou 
k n ow . And  th at's th e thing ab out  S ue--my guess ab out her, a t l east--that
s hewon'tap pro a ch lo veas an  exper i ment o r an expe ri e nce. I t  will h a v eto b e the real thing. ” 
H e tried again,  in hi ss lo w cal m w ay, to han ga smo k e ringo nt h e  br a ss
hook.

“Pr oceed,” sai d  Hy . “You rnar r ativeinter es t s m e strangely .”
“Well,” s aid th e  Worm s l owly, “ Zaninisabo ut r e ad ytopu t  ov e rhis big 
scheme.  H ehas c ontr i v e d  atlas t to  getone of the ma nag ersi nte reste d.
An d it  h angson Sue 's pe rs onality. The wa y he  has work edit  ou twithh er, pl ann ing  it asa concr e teex p r e ss ion of that half w il d ,  n atural
s elf of he rs ,  I doubt  i f i t, t h i s par ticu l ar  thing,couldb edo ne
with ou t her.  I t _ is_  Sue- - an e xpress ed, inte rpret e d Sue.”

“This must be the t h in g he is t ryi ng to get P etei n on .”
“ Th e s a me. Z aninkn o ws that where he fails  i s on t he si de of popular ity.
He ha s i ntellige nce, bu t  he hasn't the  tric k of reach i ng the c rowd.  And
heis smarte n ough tosee  wh athen e ed s and go afte r it.” 
“He isgoi ng afte r t hecro wd,  t hen?”

“A bsolutel y. ”
“ An d w hat b e comes of  t heno ble  arti s tic st andar ds h e' sb een  bleedi n ga n d
dy in gfor? ”
“I  don' t kn o w.He real ly has be enb leed in gand dyi ng. You haveto  admit
tha t.  He  lives i n one me an room, over there inF ourth S tre et. A  goo d
deal of  th e litt leh e eats  he co oks w it h h i s  ownh a nd s o na kerosene s tov e. Th os e gi rls are  always taking him inand feeding h imup.H e 
w ork s  t w ent ya ndt h irty hours at a  stretch o ve r  h is product i ons  a t the
C rossroa ds. M u st have  the cons titutionof  a b u l l e lephant. I f it
was  just a m a ttero fpicki ngup mon ey , h e cou ld eas i lygo ba ck int onewspa per w or k or the  press-agent game.... I 'm not  sure  th at the ma n
i s n't  full ofa st ruggling g eni usthathas n 't re ally be gun to fi nd
e x pression. If  he i s,  it will dr i v e  hi m int o b i gger a nd b igger things.
Hew on't worry abo ut c o n sis ten c y--h e' ll

“Simply that_he doesn't_rouse any emotional response_in her._I'm_not
sure that_she_isn't a little_sorry he doesn't._She would be honest_you
know. And that's_the_thing about Sue--my guess about her, at least--that
she won't approach love as an experiment_or_an experience._It_will_have
to be the real thing.”

He_tried again, in his slow_calm way,_to hang a smoke ring on the brass
hook.

“Proceed,”_said_Hy. “Your narrative_interests me strangely.”

“Well,” said the Worm slowly, “Zanin is_about ready to put over his_big
scheme. He has_contrived_at_last to get one_of the managers interested.
And it hangs_on Sue's personality. The way he_has worked it out with
her, planning it_as a concrete expression of that_half wild, natural
self of hers,_I doubt_if it, this particular thing,_could be done
without_her. It__is_ Sue--an expressed,_interpreted Sue.”

“This must be the thing_he is trying_to get Pete in on.”

“The same._Zanin_knows that where_he_fails_is on_the side of_popularity.
He_has intelligence,_but_he hasn't the trick of reaching_the_crowd. And
he is smart enough to see_what he needs and_go_after it.”

“He is going_after the crowd, then?”

“Absolutely.”

“And what_becomes of the noble artistic standards_he's been_bleeding and
dying_for?”

“I don't know. He really has been bleeding and dying. You_have to admit
that. He lives in_one mean room, over_there in_Fourth_Street. A good
deal_of_the little_he eats he cooks with his own_hands on_a kerosene
stove. Those girls are always_taking him in and_feeding_him up. He
works twenty and thirty_hours at a stretch over his_productions at the
Crossroads. Must have_the_constitution_of a bull elephant. If_it
was just a matter of picking_up money, he_could easily go back into
newspaper work or_the_press-agent game.... I'm not sure that_the_man
isn't full of a struggling genius_that_hasn't_really begun to find
expression. If_he is, it will drive him_into bigger and bigger things.
He won't worry about consistency--he'll