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512 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 1979
"...I was not attempting to break any records, to prove how quickly I could write and how clever I was. I was fully prepared to revise and re-write the whole play had I thought it necessary, but I did not think it necessary. I knew from the first morning's work that I was on the right track and that it would be difficult, with that situation and those characters, to go far wrong."
Act I, p. 173Of course part of the joke with the "inflated ego" bit is that describes Garry as well.
GARRY: ....My worst defect is that I am apt to worry too much about what people think of me when I'm alive. But I'm not going to do that anymore. I'm changing my methods and you're my first experiment. As a rule, when insufferable young beginners have he impertinence to criticise me, I dismiss the whole thing lightly because I'm embarrassed for them and consider it not quite fair game to puncture their inflated egos too sharply. But this time my highbrow young friend you're going to get it in the neck. To begin with your play is not a play at all. It's a meaningless jumble of adolescent, pseudo intellectual poppycock. And you yourself wouldn't be here at all if I hadn't been bloody fool enough to pick up the telephone when my secretary wasn't looking. Now that you are here, however, I would like to tell you this. If you wish to be a playwright you just leave the theater of to-morrow to take care of itself. Go and get yourself a job as a butler in a repertory company if they'll have you. Learn from the ground up how plays are constructed and what is actable and what isn't. Then sit down and write at least twenty plays one after the other, and if you can manage to get the twenty-first produced for a Sunday night performance you'll be damned lucky!
ROLAND (hypnotised): I'd no idea you were like this. You're wonderful!
p. xiii "...Many of the critics detected in this play an attitude on my part of amused patronage and condescension towards the habits and manners of suburban London. They implied that in setting the play in a milieu so far removed from the cocktail and caviare stratum to which I so obviously belonged, I was over-reaching myself and writing about people far removed from my superficial comprehension. In this as usual they were quite wrong. Having been born in Teddington, having lived respectively at Sutton, Battersea Park and Clapham Common during all my formative years, I can confidently assert that I know a great deal more about the hearts and minds of South Londoners than they gave me credit for. My metamorphosis into a "Mayfair Playboy" many years later was entirely a journalistic conception.
...To ascribe preconceived social limitations to a creative writer is a common error of the critcal mind; it is also a critical revelation of the common mind."
p. 375
Scene I
The Scene is a bedroom in the Villa Zephyre on the Cote d'Azur. The Villa Zephyre belongs to Mrs. Lloyd-Ransome, who is excessively rich, comparatively pleasant, and entirely idle, the bedroom therefore is luxurious and tastefully appointed.