Well, I guess I need only quote you from Volume One of the Life of Mr. Theodor B. Kedger, our esteemed President...Nit! (And as he says "Nit," if it were not for all the anti-expectoration notices hung round he would certainly spit.) It is stacked ready to put on the market the day he passes in his checks. Hold on now. About the year 1918 Mr. Kedger, who had already financially made good over the manipulation of wood-pulp potatoes, synthetic bread, and real estate, turned his attention to the Anglo-American Theatre. For the Anglo-American Theatre did not pay. Here was Mr. Kedger's opportunity. Forming a small trust, he bought up the theatres, both of the Variety and of the Monotonous kind, bought up the dramatists with their copyrights present and future, bought up the actors-- (PANTALOON: Didn't buy me.) Didn't count you. (CLOWN: Cost much?) (He winks.) The payment was partly made in shares. He then paid the Dramatists considerable sums not to go on writing, which was, of course, a clear profit. He paid the actors to stop acting, which was in some cases a needless expenditure of money. He also brought in the Cinema and Gramophone interests, organising the whole affair upon a strictly business basis.

Man Of The World Monologue from The Harlequinade: An Excursion

Rehearse Man Of The World's monologue