Henry Fool1997

Henry Fool:
We gotta talk. What the hell were you trying to do when you wrote this thing?

Simon:
Nothing.

Henry Fool:
Well, you know, you wrote it in a kind of iambic pentameter.

Simon:
Iambic what?

Henry Fool:
Verse. Look. In my opinion, this is pretty powerful stuff. Though your spelling is Neanderthal and your reasoning a little naive, your instincts are profound. But the whole thing needs to be given a more cohesive shape. It can be expanded, followed through, unified. Do you see what I'm getting at? Are you willing to commit yourself to this? To really work on it? To give it its due in the face of adversity and discouragement? To rise to the challenge you yourself have set? And don't give me that wonderstruck "I'm only a humble garbage man" bullshit, either.

Simon:
It hurts to breathe.

Henry Fool:
Of course it does.