Start: And, then, we all repaired to the...

The American Plan

Eva Adler

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Start: And, then, we all repaired to the club where the most mystifying entertainer held forth… if only I could remember his name!... He was… how do you say it…, crossed-eyed, with vast jowls and this idiotic, juvenile voice, and, of course, his language was quite improper and what he said was simply nonsense, yet those around me howled, as though these were the pears of Oscar Wilde being thrown before them.

End: To Napoleon, Sacher Torte, and a large plate of little cookies. Incroyable! But my darling, why aren’t you eating your breakfast?

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Greenberg, Richard, The American Plan, Dramatist's Play Service, 1991.

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