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- SUCTION:
Was Pindar a better poet than Giotto was a painter?
- SIPSOP:
Plutarch didn't write the life of Giotto.
- QUID:
[from the bar] No, to be sure, he was an Italian.
- SUCTION:
Well, that is not any proof.
- QUID:
[marches into the fray] Plutarch was a nasty ignorant puppy. I hate your sneaking rascals. Here's Aradobo [pounds him on the back] who, in 20, 10, or 12 years, will be a far superior genius.
- SIPSOP:
Ah! Aradobo [pounds him on the back] will make a very clever fellow.
- QUID:
Of course, any natural fool would make a clever fellow, if he was brought up properly. [pounds him on the back]
- SUCTION:
Hang your reasoning! I hate reasoning. I do everything by my feelings.
- SIPSOP:
Ah! I only wish Jack Tearguts had the cutting of Plutarch. He understands anatomy better than any of the ancients. [stands on his chair] He'll plunge his knife up to the hilt in a single drive and thrust his fist in, and all in the space of a quarter of an hour. He doesn't mind their crying, though they cry ever so. [leans on ARADOBO] He'll swear at them and keep them down with his fist, and tell them that he'll scrape their bones if they don't lay still and be quiet.
- QUID:
[eye to eye with SIPSOP] Why the Hell should people who get it for nothing make such a fuss anyway?