I've developed a frightful headache.
BISHOP. That is unfortunate. Have you aspirin?
TED. Yes, thank you. [_He goes into bedroom, closing door._]
BISHOP. Now there is a fine young man who's facing a real problem.
He certainly wasn't trained for commercial pursuits. Yet there he
is--selling. Uh, what is he selling, Kenneth?
KENNETH. [_Sarcastically._] Books.
BISHOP. I knew his father well. A gentleman and a scholar.
Unfortunately, he was a gambler. The depression finished him.
KEN. It's finishing a lot of us.
BISHOP. My boy, I would not have you be extravagant, but I still
have enough. I can still support you.
KEN. I'm sick of living on charity.
BISHOP. Charity?
KEN. On your charity.
BISHOP. You are my son. What little I give you is yours by right.
KEN. What right? I'm not a child, nor a cripple. I'm nearly thirty
years old.
BISHOP. These are not normal times.
KEN. They are normal for me.
BISHOP. Be patient a little longer. Our system is not perfect, but
it's the best the world has known. It has been responsible for all
our progress.
KEN. We're not even aiming at progress, only at recovery; only
trying to gain back something we had in the past.
BISHOP. But how can you think there is progress in Russia? It's a
slave state; a tyranny. Freedom is essential to progress.
KEN. I don't want freedom. I want a chance to work.
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