Chapter 25

Then aloud: "It was the only construction--and I felt childishly pleased. We’re great children, you know, we actors; and after all, are we to blame for liking approbation? Just think a moment. How close it all is to the ridiculous, our standing up there and declaiming all sorts of red-hot emotions, with painted paper on one side, and bald-headed fiddlers on the other! Doesn’t it sometimes come over a man--sort of shoot through him--the feeling of what a monkey-spectacle he is making of himself? _You_ go ahead …