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           HerelationwasindeedsuchthatshefeltcapableofcreatingdramatistsfromthevastinaneasDeucalioncreatedmenfromthestonesofthefield.

           "WhatnonsensethatwasthatRogertalkedtheotherday,andpoorCharles,whoseemedtotakeitseriously.He’sasillylittleprig,that’sall."Sheindicatedagesturetowardsthedanceroom.Thelightshadbeenlowered,andfromwhereshesatitlookedmorethaneverlikeasceneinaplay."’Alltheworld’sastage,andallthemenandwomenmerelyplayers.’Butthere’stheillusion,throughthatarchway;it’swe,theactors,whoarethereality.That’stheanswertoRoger.Theyareourrawmaterial.Wearethemeaningoftheirlives.Wetaketheirsillylittleemotionsandturnthemintoart,outofthemwecreatebeauty,andtheirsignificanceisthattheyformtheaudiencewemusthavetofulfilourselves.Theyaretheinstrumentsonwhichweplay,andwhatisaninstrumentwithoutsomebodytoplayonit?"

           Thenotionexhilaratedher,andforamomentortwoshesavoureditwithsatisfaction.Herbrainseemedmiraculouslylucid.

           "Rogersayswedon’texist.Why,it’sonlywewhodoexist.Theyaretheshadowsandwegivethemsubstance.Wearethesymbolsofallthisconfused,aimlessstrugglingthattheycalllife,andit’sonlythesymbolwhichisreal.Theysayactingisonlymake-believe.Thatmake-believeistheonlyreality."

           ThusJuliaoutofherownheadframedanewtheplatonictheoryofideas.Itfilledherwithexultation