 just do what every genius does.
he'll fight his way through to complete self-expression, blindly, madly,
using everything that comes in his way, trampling on everything that he
can't use.”

Peter, twitching with irritation, sat up and snorted out:

“For God's sake, what's the _scheme!_”

The Worm regarded Peter thoughtfully and not unhumorously, as if
reflecting further over his observations on genius. Then he explained:

“He's going to preach the Greenwich Village freedom on every little
moving-picture screen in America--shout the new naturalism to a
hypocritical world.”

“Has he worked out his story?” asked Hy.

“In the rough, I think. But he wants a practical theatrical man to give
it form and put it over. That's where Pete comes in.... Get it? It's
during stuff. He'll use Sue's finest quality, her faith, as well as her
grace of body. What I could get out of it sounds a good deal like the
Garden of Eden story without the moral. An Artzibasheff paradise. Sue
says that she'll have to wear a pretty primitive costume.”

“Which doesn't bother her, I imagine,” said Hy.

“Not a bit.”

Peter, leaning back on stiff arms, staring at the opposite wall,
suddenly found repictured to his mind's eye a dramatic little scene:
In the Crossroads Theater, out by the ticket entrance; the audience in
their seats, old Wilde, the Walrus himself, in his oddly primitive',
early Methodist dress--long black coat, white bow tie, narrow strip of
whisker on each grim cheek; Sue in her newsboy costume, hair cut short
under the ragged felt hat, face painted for the stage, her deep-green
eyes blazing. The father had said: “You have no shame, then--appearing
like this?” To which the daughter had replied: “No--none!”

Hy was speaking again. “You don't mean to say that Zanin will be able to
put this scheme over on Sue?”

The Worm nodded, very thoughtful. “Yes, she is going into it, I think.”

Peter broke cut again: “But--but
just do what every genius does. 
 he'll contend his direction through to complete self - expression, blindly, madly, 
 use everything that comes in his way, tread on everything that he 
 can't use. ” 

 Peter, twitching with pique, sat up and snorted out: 

 “ For God's sake, what's the _ outline! _ ” 

 The Worm regarded Peter thoughtfully and not unhumorously, as if 
 reflecting far over his observation on genius. Then he excuse: 

 “ He's going to preach the Greenwich Village freedom on every small 
 moving - picture screen in America -- abuse the new naturalism to a 
 hypocritical world. ” 

 “ Has he worked out his story? ” ask Hy. 

 “ In the rough, I think. But he wants a practical theatrical man to hold 
 it form and put it over. That's where Pete comes in.... Get it? It's 
 during stuff. He'll practice Sue's all right quality, her faith, as well as her 
 grace of body. What I could get out of it sounds a good deal like the 
 Garden of Eden narrative without the moral. An Artzibasheff paradise. Sue 
 says that she'll receive to break a pretty primitive costume. ” 

 “ Which doesn't bother her, I think, ” said Hy. 

 “ Not a spot. ” 

 Peter, leaning back on stiff branch, staring at the opposite wall, 
 suddenly found repictured to his mind's eye a dramatic little scene: 
 In the Crossroads Theater, out by the ticket entrance; the hearing in 
 their seats, erstwhile Wilde, the Walrus himself, in his oddly primitive', 
 early Methodist dress -- long black coating, white bow tie, narrow strip of 
 whisker on each grim cheek; Sue in her newsboy costume, hair cut short 
 under the ragged feel hat, face paint for the stage, her deep - fleeceable 
 eyes blazing. The father had said: “ You suffer no shame, then -- appear 
 like this? ” To which the daughter had replied: “ No -- none! ” 

 Hy was speaking again. “ You don't think of to state that Zanin will be able to 
 put this system over on Sue? ” 

 The Worm nodded, very thoughtful. “ Yes, she is going into it, I think. ” 

 Peter broke reduce again: “ But -- but
 judt do what every genius aoes.
he'll fight kus way throufh to cooplete self-expression, blindlb, maely,
usung everything that cooes in hid way, trqmplmng on everythinj that hc
ean't hde.”

Pecec, twitching witm irritatiot, sat up and stoftzd out:

“For God's sake, what's the _scheme!_”

Ehe Work gegarded Peter tholgrtfumly and not unhumorously, as if
reflscting hurther over hix observations on genius. Tjen je explained:

“He's golng to preaxh trw Greenwich Xillage frtebom on everi little
moving-picture screen in Xmeriea--shout the nww jdturalism ti a
hyiocritical wovkd.”

“Has ve workrd out his stovy?” asned Hy.

“In the rough, I thiik. But he wants a prwctical tvectrical man to give
it firm atd pgt ig ovdr. Uhav's shere Oetx comes in.... Fet it? It's
dyring stuff. He'll ust Stv'x finest quamity, hqr faith, as well as her
grace of body. What I dould get out of it soubds a good deal like jhe
Garden jf Eden story without the moral. An Artzibasheff pdradiad. Sbc
fxts that she'll have to wear a pretty primitive cjatimv.”

“Which doesn't botmer her, I imagine,” xald Ry.

“Not a bit.”

Pejer, leaujnf back on stiff arls, staryng ar the oppjsitr wall,
suddenly found repictyred to his iund's eye a dramatie little sceue:
In tne Crpssroads Theater, out by the ticket entgance; the xudience in
their sestv, old Wilde, the Walrus himfelf, in hms odbly primktivg',
early Iethodist fress--long black coat, whihe boc tie, narrow stgip of
whisker on each grim cheek; Sue in her ngwstoy costume, hair cut short
undqr the ragged yelt hat, face painted fkr the vtage, her dqep-green
eyes tpazing. The fether had saie: “Yoy have vu shame, then--aplearing
like this?” To which the daughtev had deplied: “No--none!”

Hv qas speaking agsin. “Yot foi't mewt to say thad Zavin eill ce able to
pmt ghis scheme over on Sue?”

Tve Wkrm nodded, very thpunhtful. “Yew, she is going into iy, I think.”

Peter brone cuv agaii: “But--bit
just do what every genius does. he'll way to complete blindly, madly, using way, on everything that can't use.” Peter, with irritation, sat up and snorted “For God's sake, what's the _scheme!_” The Worm regarded Peter thoughtfully and not as if reflecting further over his observations on genius. Then he explained: “He's to the Village on every little moving-picture screen in America--shout the new naturalism to a hypocritical world.” “Has he out his story?” asked Hy. “In the rough, think. But he wants practical theatrical man to give form put it That's Pete in.... Get it? during stuff. He'll use Sue's finest quality, her faith, as well as her grace of body. What could get it sounds good like Garden of Eden the moral. An Artzibasheff paradise. Sue have to wear a pretty primitive costume.” “Which bother her, imagine,” said Hy. “Not a bit.” leaning back on stiff arms, staring at the wall, suddenly found repictured to his mind's eye a dramatic little scene: In the Crossroads by the ticket entrance; audience in their old the himself, his oddly early Methodist dress--long black coat, white bow tie, narrow strip of on each grim cheek; Sue in her newsboy costume, hair under ragged felt hat, painted for the stage, deep-green blazing. The father had have shame, To the had replied: “No--none!” Hy speaking again. “You don't mean say that Zanin will scheme over on Sue?” The Worm nodded, very “Yes, she is going into it, I Peter broke cut again: “But--but
 just do what every genius does.
He'll fight hIs way ThrOugH tO comPletE self-expressioN, BlinDly, madly,
using everythinG that CoMEs in HIs Way, trAmpling ON eVERytHiNg ThaT hE
CaN't use.”

petEr, twitcHing with irRitAtIon, sat up and sNOrTed out:

“For GOd's Sake, what's the _SchEme!_”

The woRm rEGardeD PeTer thOughtfULly and Not unhumoRoUSly, as iF
ReflectING fUrthEr over his observatIOnS On genius. Then he ExplaiNeD:

“he'S GOinG to Preach the GReEnwicH village FReEDOM on EVery little
movIng-picture sCReeN in AmeRiCa--sHOut the New naTuRAliSm to a
hypocrIticAl world.”

“HaS he worKEd out hiS Story?” asKed Hy.

“IN thE roUgh, I THiNk. but He WAntS A pRacTIcaL theatriCaL mAn to gIve
iT FORM and Put It ovEr. ThaT's where Pete coMes In.... GeT It? IT's
durIng stUff. HE'lL use SUe's finEst quAlIty, her faith, as weLl as Her
grace oF boDy. whaT I Could GEt out oF it SouNds a gooD deal liKE thE
GARDEn Of Eden story without ThE MOrAl. An ArtzIbasheFF pArADise. Sue
sAyS thAt shE'LL have To weAR a Pretty prImitivE CoStUme.”

“WhicH dOesn't bOtHer Her, i imagINe,” saId Hy.

“NoT a bit.”

PetEr, leaNIng back on stiff ARms, staring at tHE oPPOsITe waLl,
sUddenly founD repICturEd to HIs MinD'S eye a DramaTiC LiTTle scene:
In the CrossrOaDs TheaTer, ouT by the ticket eNtrance; the AUDIence in
tHeir SEaTS, old Wilde, the WaLrus hImself, in hiS Oddly priMitivE',
early MeThodist drESS--long blaCk cOat, WhiTe bOW TiE, narrow strip oF
WHiskEr On each gRim Cheek; SuE in Her NewSboY cOstume, haiR cut shorT
uNdEr ThE raGged fELt hat, facE pAinTeD foR the sTAge, her Deep-gReen
EyEs BLazIng. The fAThER Had sAiD: “YOu haVe nO sHame, tHen--aPPeaRing
likE this?” To whIch THe daUgHtEr had rePlied: “No--none!”

Hy WaS speaking aGaIn. “YOu don't MEAn to say tHat Zanin will be able to
put THis scheMe oVer on sue?”

THe Worm nodDed, Very thOugHTful. “YeS, she is Going InTo iT, i Think.”

pETeR brOkE cut again: “BUT--But
 just do what every genius  does.
he' ll fi ght  hi swaythro ugh to complet e  sel f-expression, blindly,  madl y, usin g  e veryt hing th a tc o mes  i nhis  w a y,  tram pli ng on e verythingtha the
can't use . ”
Peter, tw itc hing with ir rit ation,  s atu p and  sn orted  out:“For G od's sake ,w hat'st he _sch e m e! _”
The Worm regarded Pe t er thoughtfull y andno t  u n h umo rou sly, as if 
r eflec t ing fur t he r o ver his observati ons on geni u s.Then h eexp l ained: 

“He 's goi ng to preac h th e Greenwi ch Vil l age fre e dom oneverylit tle 
mov i ng -p ict ur e  sc r ee n i n  Am erica--s ho ut  thenewn a t u rali smto a 
hypo critical worl d.” 

“H a s h e wor ked o ut h is  stor y?” as ked H y. 

“In the rough , Ithink. Bu t h ewan ts  a pr a ctical  th eat rical m an to g i veit f o rm  and put it over.Th a t 's  where P ete co m es  i n .... Get  i t?It's d uring  stu f f.  He'll u se Sue ' sfi nest qu al ity, h er  fa ith , asw ellas her 
grace o f bod y . What I could get out of it so u n ds a go oddeal like t he
G a rden  ofE de n s t ory w ithou tt he moral. An Artzibash ef f para dise.  Sue
says tha t she'll h a v e  to wear  a p r et t y primitive co stume .”

“Which doesn'tbothe r her, I  imagine, ” said Hy. 

“ Not  abit . ” 
Peter, leanin g back  o n stiff  ar ms, sta rin g a t t heop posite wa ll,
sudd en ly  f ou ndrepic t ured tohi s m in d's  eyea  drama tic l ittl esc e ne: 
In the Cr o s sroa ds  T heat er,  o ut by  the tic ket ent rance; th e a u dien ce  i n
their  seats, old W il de, the Wa lr ushimsel f ,  in hisoddly primitive',
early Methodi stdress --lo ng blackcoa t, whi teb ow tie , narr ow st ri p o f whisk e r  o n e ac h grim che e k ; S ue in  h er n ewsboycostume, hair cuts hor t
under the r agg ed f e l that ,  f a cepa i nte d for the stage,her deep-g re e neyes blazi n g.Th e fathe r had s aid:“ You hav e no sham e, then-- ap pear i n g
l ike this?”  To whic h the dau g hterh ad  repl ied : “No- -n one !”

H y wass pea kingagain.  “ You do n't m ea n to say  that Zanin will be abl e to
p ut th isscheme ov ero n S ue?”

The  Wor m nodded,ver y t hough tfu l . “Ye s, s h eisg oinginto it, I thi n k. ”
P e te r broke cut a g ain : “Bu t-- b ut
 just_do what_every genius does.
he'll fight_his way_through_to complete_self-expression,_blindly, madly,
using everything_that comes in_his way, trampling on_everything that he
can't_use.”

Peter,_twitching with irritation, sat up and snorted out:

“For God's sake, what's the _scheme!_”

The Worm_regarded_Peter thoughtfully_and_not_unhumorously, as if
reflecting further over_his observations on genius. Then_he explained:

“He's_going to preach the Greenwich Village freedom on_every_little
moving-picture screen in_America--shout the new naturalism to a
hypocritical world.”

“Has he worked_out his story?” asked Hy.

“In the_rough, I think._But_he_wants a practical theatrical_man to give
it form and put_it over. That's where Pete comes_in.... Get it? It's
during stuff. He'll use_Sue's finest quality, her faith, as_well as her
grace of body._What I_could get out of it_sounds a good_deal like_the
Garden of Eden_story without the moral. An Artzibasheff_paradise. Sue
says that_she'll have to wear a pretty_primitive_costume.”

“Which doesn't bother_her,_I_imagine,” said_Hy.

“Not a bit.”

Peter,_leaning_back on_stiff_arms, staring at the opposite wall,
suddenly_found_repictured to his mind's eye a dramatic_little scene:
In the Crossroads_Theater,_out by the ticket_entrance; the audience in
their seats,_old Wilde, the Walrus himself, in_his oddly_primitive',
early Methodist_dress--long black coat, white bow tie, narrow strip of
whisker on each_grim cheek; Sue in her newsboy_costume, hair cut short
under_the ragged_felt_hat, face painted_for_the stage,_her deep-green
eyes blazing. The father had said:_“You have_no shame, then--appearing
like this?” To which_the daughter had replied:_“No--none!”

Hy_was speaking again. “You don't mean_to say that Zanin will be_able to
put this scheme over_on_Sue?”

The_Worm nodded, very thoughtful. “Yes,_she is going into it, I_think.”

Peter broke cut_again: “But--but