Bosh! Whats Hot Air worth on the Exchange to-day?
As a selling proposition, zero and commissions off, said the Idiot. Fact is, theyve changed its name. It is now known as International Nitting.
V
HE SUGGESTS A COMIC OPERA
THERES a harvest for you, said the Idiot, as he perused a recently published criticism of a comic opera. There have been thirty-nine new comic operas produced this year and four of em were worth seeing. It is very evident that the Gilbert and Sullivan industry hasnt gone to the wall whatever slumps other enterprises have suffered from.
That is a goodly number, said the Poet. Thirty-nine, eh? I knew there was a raft of them, but I had no idea there were as many as that.
Why dont you go in and do one, Mr. Poet? suggested the Idiot. They tell me its as easy as rolling off a log. All youve got to do is to forget all your ideas and remember all the old jokes you ever heard, slap em together around a lot of dances, write two dozen lyrics about some Googoo Belle, hire a composer, and there you are. Hanged if I havent thought of writing one myself.
I fancy it isnt as easy as it looks, observed the Poet. It requires just as much thought to be thoughtless as it does to be thoughtful.
Nonsense, said the Idiot. Id undertake the job cheerfully if some manager would make it worth my while, and, whats more, if I ever got into the swing of the business Ill bet I could turn out a libretto a day for three days of the week for the next two months.
If I had your confidence Id try it, laughed the Poet, but, alas! in making me Nature did not design a confidence man.
Nonsense, again, said the Idiot. Any man who can get the editors to print sonnets to Dianas Eyebrow, and little lyrics of Madison Square, Longacre Square, Battery Place, and Boston Common, the way you do, has a right to consider himself an adept at bunco. I tell you what Ill do with you: Ill swap off my confidence for your lyrical facility, and see what I can do. Why cant we collaborate and get up a libretto for next season? They tell me theres large money in it.
There certainly is if you catch on, said the Poet. Vastly more than in any other kind of writing that I know. I dont know but that I would like to collaborate with you on something of the sort. What is your idea?
Minds a blank on the subject, sighed the Idiot. Thats the reason I think I can turn the trick. As I said before, you dont need ideas. Better go without em. Just sit down and write.
But you must have some kind of a story, persisted the Poet.
Not to begin with, said the Idiot. Just write your choruses and songs, slap in your jokes, fasten em together, and the thing is done. First act, get your hero and heroine into trouble. Second act, get em out.