No Time for Love Page #6

About what?

About what happened in the other room.

I haven't the slightest idea.

Oh, don't say that.

Which of the new plays interested you?

I see. No, I missed Abie's Irish Rose.

Have you read any good books lately?

Books?

B-O-O-K-S.

Well, of course, if you

have no mind to read...

...or even if you're of no mind...

Pardon me, your spoon,

it's in your coffee cup...

...and it's likely to be in your eye.

So, at last, he's driven you crazy.

Oh, hello.

Dreams again last night?

Mmm-hmm.

Those liver pills didn't help, eh?

Well, as the brainy half

of this sister act...

...it's up to me to pull

you through the crisis.

But how the devil do you fight dreams?

Hoppy, I think I have the answer.

Honestly? Mmm-hmm.

I've analyzed the situation

coldly and without prejudice.

What is upsetting me to the point.

where I can no longer

call my emotions my own?

Not the man himself, but dreams about him.

Therefore, I've decided to

have such dreams when I'm awake.

...and have some control over my mind.

You've been talking that way

since you were six years old.

It must have been something Mother ate.

You interrupted one of my conscious dreams.

Mr. Ryan's having breakfast with me.

I see. It was something Mother ate.

You will note that Ryan is completely

without the glamour he assumes at night.

He's simply a muddy man

who works in a tunnel.

His shoes are dirty, his napkin

is tucked under his chin...

...he goes blank when I

mention books and plays...

...and he's utterly incapable of

contributing to an intelligent conversation.

Pardon? Toothpicks? No, I'm sorry.

No. You have a cavity? Yes, I see.

Certainly you may use your fork.

Oh, hello, Hilda. Just

pretend you're not here.

Doesn't he pick his teeth gracefully? Duck!

Aren't you glad I warned you? The

man's utterly without breeding.

If he did what I think he did,

I ought to kick his ears off.

Hoppy, isn't it marvelous?

He's becoming revolting.

Great! Only how do you know

that's the way he actually is?

Well, I... Of course, it could be.

...that you've imagined him

correctly, down to his last tooth.

So, if I am correct...

...a few well-chosen hours with the mug.

would snap me out of this adolescent daze.

Hoppy, I'll deliberately see

him and make these things happen.

Well, I don't see that it's

necessary to carry things that far.

What if something went wrong?

You're likely to find yourself

living in a tunnel for two.

I know what I'm doing, and I

have faith in my own intelligence.

Well, I haven't. And furthermore, I...

Oh, answer that, Hoppy, will you?

I'm going to make a phone call.

All right, all right, I'm coming.

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