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Though the first four plays in this book were written for earth and the rest for air; the rest have all been done in their appropriate element.
Probably the future of plays for the air lies with television. At present every character has to be slightly exaggerated, so that the audience shall have no doubt as to who is speaking; even each voice has to be rather unusual, so that it cannot be mistaken for any other voice in the cast. When the audience can see each actor, none of these things will be necessary. Radio plays may even compete with the theatres then; or rather the arm-chair and the fire from which such plays may be watched will compete with the best seat of any theatre in the world.

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Plays for Earth and Air

Lord Dunsany

Preface

Though the first four plays in this book were written for earth and the rest for air, the first play, “Fame Comes Late,” has been done on the air, and “The Bureau de Change” on both air and earth; the rest have all been done in their appropriate element except “The Pumpkin” and “A Matter of Honour,” which have never been acted. I think all these plays for the air could be as easily done on the stage, though a little adaptation would be necessary for “The Use of Man.”

“Mr. Sliggen’s Hour” was played where I was not able to rehearse it, and there seems no doubt that it went badly; I read it afterwards in public and it went all right; so I may as well explain the point of it, which may have been missed when it was played. The point is that magic has pronounced that some people’s attitude shall go from one point to another very remote from it in an hour. Everyone knows what magic can do. But in this play you see it doing it. The thing can only be shown in dialogue, and the great change therefore has to be made naturally and gradually, according to the ordinary rules of conversation. There are no violent jumps, and the progress should be made with each line as gently as walking downstairs. Magic has decreed that a man shall move his audience to tears and that they shall laugh at him within the hour. The first downward step is when they praise him, soon they defend him, then they excuse him; and so on.

Probably the future of plays for the air lies with television. At present every character has to be slightly exaggerated, so that the audience shall have no doubt as to who is speaking; even each voice has to be rather unusual, so that it cannot be mistaken for any other voice in the cast. When the audience can see each actor, none of these things will be necessary. Radio plays may even compete with the theatres then; or rather the arm–chair and the fire from which such plays may be watched will compete with the best seat of any theatre in the world.

Fame Comes Late

Dramatis personæ - * Angela * Perdins * Fame

ANGELA: It’s Mr. Perdins, isn’t it?

PERDINS: Yes. Yes. My dear, we haven’t met for forty years.

ANGELA: Longer than that.

PERDINS: Yes, so it is. So, I suppose, it is. I wonder why we let so long go by, without….

She shrugs, hands turned out, and smiles.

Yes I suppose they go by like that.

ANGELA: You telephoned for me. I have come up from Hern Hill.

PERDINS: Yes. Yes. Well, do you remember when I was young, and writing verses, and thinking all the while of Fame?

ANGELA: Yes. You never thought of anything else.

PERDINS: No, I suppose not. And I went on writing verses all these years, and thinking of Fame. And Fame never came.

ANGELA: No.

PERDINS: You remember how I thought of her? Nobody knew but you. That’s why I telephoned to you and asked you to come. And you have come, Angela.

ANGELA: Yes. What is it?

PERDINS: You remember how I pictured her as a Greek goddess; the white robe, the gold trumpet, the sandals and the wreath. No–one but you ever knew that I pictured Fame like that, and believed in her, thinking her real as motors are to a motorist, and believed she would one day come. They would have thought me crazy. But I told you all about it.

ANGELA: Yes. I remember.

PERDINS: You never believed that she would appear to me, appear in bodily form.

ANGELA: Oh, I don’t know.

PERDINS: You never believed that.

ANGELA: I remember telling you once that I believed every word of it.

PERDINS: Yes. I know.

ANGELA: Well. What more do you want?

PERDINS: It was enough. More than enough. Those words comforted me for years. And at any rate you didn’t think me crazy.

ANGELA: You know I didn’t.

PERDINS: And so you had that strange secret; the knowledge that Fame was to me a real real person, and would soon come to see me; very soon, I used to think in those days. I couldn’t have imagined waiting for forty years. And what have you been doing all those years, Angela, since we took those separate ways of ours?

ANGELA: Hadn’t you better tell me why you sent for me, Robert?

PERDINS: Yes, yes, Angela, I will. I sent for you because there was no–one else in the world who could have understood what I have to tell you. And, and, of course for the pleasure of seeing you.

ANGELA: Yes, Robert, I know. But why is my understanding so much sharper than others?

PERDINS: Because you knew how I thought about Fame. I told you what she looked like. You knew how she dressed. I often used to tell you.

ANGELA: Well?

PERDINS: Well, she has come.

ANGELA: She has come?

PERDINS: At last.

ANGELA: To you?

PERDINS: To me, at last.

ANGELA: But where?

PERDINS: Here, to me.

ANGELA: Here?

PERDINS: She walked through this room.

ANGELA: When?

PERDINS: To–day. An hour ago.

ANGELA: And, and, she wore the white Greek robe you used to tell me of?

PERDINS: Yes.

ANGELA: With a wreath of bays?

PERDINS: Yes.

ANGELA: On her forehead?

PERDINS: Yes.

ANGELA: And the long gold trumpet?

PERDINS: Yes.

ANGELA: And you saw her?

PERDINS: Yes.

ANGELA: Here, in the room?

PERDINS: Yes, she walked through the room.

ANGELA: Oh. Robert, are you sure?

PERDINS: Yes.

ANGELA: Then aren’t you glad?

PERDINS: Oh, er, yes.

ANGELA: Oh, Robert, you aren’t.

PERDINS: Why do you say I’m not?

ANGELA: There’s something wrong, Robert. What is it?

PERDINS: Oh, nothing. Only, perhaps she wasn’t looking quite as she used to look.

ANGELA: But you’d never seen her before.

PERDINS: Quite as I expected, I meant.

ANGELA: And how did you expect her to be.

PERDINS: I often told you. Young, beautiful, glorious and fiery.

ANGELA: But you only saw her for a moment, just while she walked through the room. You may have been mistaken. I shouldn’t worry too much.

PERDINS: No, I was not mistaken.

ANGELA: Oh, you might have been. Well, she’s gone now.

PERDINS: Well, no, you see.

ANGELA: What do you mean?

PERDINS: She hasn’t.

ANGELA: She hasn’t gone?

PERDINS: No. She’s still here, you see.

ANGELA ( looking round ): But, Robert! You don’t mean you can see her!

PERDINS: Oh, no.

ANGELA: Then where is she?

PERDINS: In the next room.

ANGELA: In the next room?

PERDINS: Yes. In there.

ANGELA: But; what’s she doing?

PERDINS: Well, you see; when we were young she was (I know, I know she was) just as I told you, a glorious radiant figure, vital even to fierceness. She was just as I often described her to you in that old garden, in those days, in the evenings. And a voice as lovely as the voices of birds. You remember me reading my verses by that medlar tree in the corner and telling you how she looked.

ANGELA: Yes, yes.

PERDINS: Well, that’s how she was then.

ANGELA: And now?

PERDINS: Well, she’s in the next room now.

ANGELA: But why?

PERDINS: She had to go in and lie down.

ANGELA: Lie down?

PERDINS: Well, yes, you see, she had walked.

ANGELA: Walked?

PERDINS: Yes and the road’s a bit damp to–day.

ANGELA: Damp?

PERDINS: Well, yes, Angela. And the fact is she has to be careful.

ANGELA: Careful of what?

PERDINS: Her health, Angela. You see, her sandals got wet.

ANGELA: Her sandals?

PERDINS: Yes, and I’m drying them while she rests.

There they are in the fender, white sandals with golden straps.

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