I took a deep breath, and went on:

“Well, I sold it; and the price of course belongs to you.”

“What? Who’d print a thing like that?”

“It isn’t printed. It’s been made into a film--super-film, they call

it.”

His hand came to a pause on the cat’s back, and he glared at me. I

hastened on:

“I ought to have told you what I was doing, but you’re so prickly, and

you’ve got such confounded superior notions. I thought if I did you’d

be biting off your nose to spite your own face. The fact is it made a

marvellous scenario. Here’s the contract, and here’s a cheque on my

bank for the price--three thousand pounds. If you like to treat me as

your agent, you owe me three hundred pounds. I don’t expect it, but I’m

not proud like you, and I shan’t sneeze.”

“Good God!” he said.

“Yes, I know. But it’s all nonsense, Bruce. You can carry scruples to

altogether too great length. Tainted source! Everything’s tainted, if

you come to that. The film’s a quite justified expression of modern

civilisation--a natural outcome of the age. It gives amusement; it

affords pleasure. It may be vulgar, it may be cheap, but we _are_

vulgar, and we _are_ cheap, and it’s no use pretending we’re not--not

you, of course, Bruce, but people at large. A vulgar age wants vulgar

amusement, and if we can give it that amusement we ought to; life’s not

too cheery, anyway.”

The glare in his eyes was almost paralysing me, but I managed to

stammer on:

“You live out of the world--you don’t realise what humdrum people want;

something to balance the greyness, the--the banality of their lives.

They want blood, thrill, sensation of all sorts. You didn’t mean to

give it them, but you have, you’ve done them a benefit, whether you

wish to or not, and the money’s yours and you’ve got to take it.”

The cat suddenly jumped down. I waited for the storm to burst.

“I know,” I dashed on, “that you hate and despise the film----”

Suddenly his voice boomed out:

“Bosh! What are you talking about? Film! I go there every other night.”

It was my turn to say “Good God!” And ramming contract and cheque into

his empty hand, I bolted, closely followed by the cat.

1923.

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