A Dialogue on “Travesties” or, the Impotence of Being Ernest
Scene One The flat of Algernon Moncrieff III on East Seventy-third Street. The room has a faded elegance about it,- as does Algernon. He is seated in his reading chair. He holds a copy of Roland Barthes’ La Lexie n’est pas le Luxe in one hand, while with the other he languidly stirs the contents of an exquisitely minute cup. When the door bell rings, he rises without looking up from the book, goes to the door, opens it, and returns to the chair.
His visitor, who closes the door sharply, is John R. Worthseeker, sometimes called Jack and sometimes Ernest for purposes of plot. His aura of elegance is slightly less faded than Algernon’s and his gestures, while somewhat flaccid, fall short of being actually languid.
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