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ore, naked, into the ring with fortune--Macaire, how few would do it! But you, Macaire, you are compacted of more subtile clay. No cheap immediate pilfering: no retail trade of petty larceny; but swoop at the heart of the position, and clutch all! BERTRAND (_at his shoulder_). Halves! MACAIRE. Halves? (_He locks the box._) Bertrand, I am a father. (_Replaces box in office._) BERTRAND (_looking after him_). Well, I--am--damned! DROP ACT II _When the curtain rises, the night has come. A hanging cluster of lighted lamps over each table, R. and L. MACAIRE, R., smoking a cigarette; BERTRAND, L., with a churchwarden: each with bottle and glass_ SCENE I MACAIRE, BERTRAND MACAIRE. Bertrand, I am content: a child might play with me. Does your pipe draw well? BERTRAND. Like a factory chimney. This is my notion of life: liquor, a chair, a table to put my feet on, a fine clean pipe, and no police. MACAIRE. Bertrand, do you see these changing exhalations do you see these blue rings and spirals, weaving their dance, like a round of fairies, on the footless air? BERTRAND. I see 'em right enough. MACAIRE. Man of little vision, expound me these meteors! What do they signify, O wooden-head? Clod, of what do they consist? BERTRAND. Damned bad tobacco. MACAIRE. I will give you a little course of science. Everything, Bertrand (much as it may surprise you), has three states: a vapour, a liquid, a solid. These are fortune in the vapour: these are ideas. What are ideas? the protoplasm of wealth. To your head--which, by the way, is solid, Bertrand--what are they but foul air? To mine, to my prehensile and constructive intellects, see, as I grasp and work them, to what lineaments of the future they transform themselves: a palace, a barouche, a pair of luminous footmen, plate, wine, respect, and to be honest! BERTRAND. But what's the sense in honesty? MACAIRE. The sense? You see me: Macaire: elegant, immoral, invincible in cunning; well, Bertrand, much as it may surprise you, I am simply damned by my dishonesty. BERTRAND. No! MACAIRE. The honest man, Bertrand, that's God's noblest work. He carries the bag, my boy. Would you have me define honesty? the strategic point for theft. Bertrand, if I'd three hundred a year, I'd be honest to-morrow. BERTRAND. Ah! don't you wish you may get it! MACAIRE. Bertrand, I will bet you my head against your own--the longest odds I can i
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