human
... Let the artist then, by all means, make his work impeccable, clothe his ideas, feelings, visions, in just such garments as can withstand the winds of criticism. He himself must be his cruellest critic. Before cutting his cloth let him very carefully determine the precise thickness, shape, and colour best suited to the condition of his temperature. For there are still playwrights who, working in the full blast of an _affaire_ between a poet and the wife of a stockbroker, will murmur to themselves:
gpt
Now for a little lyricism! and drop into it. Or when the strong, silent stockbroker has brought his wife once more to heel:
human
Now for the moral! and gives it us. Or when things are getting a little too intense:
gpt
Now for humour and variety!