ing. You must know just what the situation is here, in the market-place.”
“But there is no place for me here.”
“After two days’ failure, you give up?”
“I told you I couldn’t sell my things. They are too good.”
“That’s rubbish. Nothing you, nor I, nor any other human can think, is too good. If we have big thoughts, and want to tell them to our brothers who speak another tongue, if we have the brains, we must learn their tongue, not hope for them to acquire ours. That is what I hoped you would see.”
“You think I’ve got to learn the Broadway lingo?”
“I do. If you have anything to say, Broadway needs it.”
“I can’t translate what I want to say into that speech.”
“But you can. It will mean hard work, hard work and heartache, and disappointment, but you can do it, because you have the soul stuff of a great man.”
Her eyes shone now, misted with feeling. He saw again his multitudes flocking to him in the wilderness. He saw them aroused, revived, triumphant over life through him.
