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CHAPTER 1. The Debutante-3
AMORY: (Spicily) Approximately. But I always felt that I'd rather be provincial hot-tamale than soup without seasoning. GILLESPIE: What! AMORY: Oh, no offense. (GILLESPIE bows and leaves.) ROSALIND: He's too much people. AMORY: I was in love with a people once. ROSALIND: So? AMORY: Oh, yes—her name was Isabelle—nothing at all to her except what I read into her. ROSALIND: What happened? AMORY: Finally I convinced her that she was smarter than I was—then she threw me over. Said I was critical and impractical, you know. ROSALIND: What do you mean impractical? AMORY: Oh—drive a car, but can't change a tire. ROSALIND: What are you going to do? AMORY: Can't say—run for President, write— ROSALIND: Greenwich Village? AMORY: Good heavens, no—I said write—not drink. ROSALIND: I like
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