Dont you?
TROTTER. Of course I do. Do you take me for a fool? Do you suppose
I prefer popular melodramas? Have I not written most appreciative
notices of them? But I say theyre not plays. Theyre not plays. I
cant consent to remain in this house another minute if anything
remotely resembling them is to be foisted on me as a play.
FANNY. I fully admit that theyre not plays. I only want you to tell
my father that plays are not plays nowadays--not in your sense of the
word.
TROTTER. Ah, there you go again! In my sense of the word! You
believe that my criticism is merely a personal impression; that--
FANNY. You always said it was.
TROTTER. Pardon me: not on this point. If you had been classically
educated--
FANNY. But I have.
TROTTER. Pooh! Cambridge! If you had been educated at Oxford, you
would know that the definition of a play has been settled exactly and
scientifically for two thousand two hundred and sixty years. When I
say that these entertainments are not plays, I dont mean in my sense
of the word, but in the sense given to it for all time by the immortal
Stagirite.
FANNY. Who is the Stagirite?
TROTTER. [shocked] You dont know who the Stagirite was?
FANNY. Sorry. Never heard of him.
TROTTER. And this is Cambridge education! Well, my dear young lady,
I'm delighted to find theres something you don't know; and I shant
spoil you by dispelling an ignorance which, in my opinion, is highly
becoming to your age and sex.
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