Charlie: I could tell you some stories. . .
Barton: Sure you could and yet many writers do everything in their power to insulate themselves from the common man, from where they live, from where they trade, from where they fight and love and converse and, and, and. . .So naturally their work suffers and regresses into empty formalism and. . .well I’m spouting off again, but to put it in your language, the theatre becomes as phony as a three-dollar bill!
Charlie: Well I guess that’s a tragedy right there!
Barton:  You’re alright, Charlie. I’m glad you stopped by.