4035. That
night Otis had a vivid dream. He dreamed that he was a playwright and his play
was to be preformed for the first time in a great outdoor amphitheater like the
Greeks and Romans were fond of using for their plays.
4036. Otis’
play had been sold out, and for a long time no tickets had been available. All
the characters were excited for the first act to begin but just before the
curtain was to rise Otis was distracted by a stack of correspondence he had to
read through.
4037. Hundreds
of letters and notes were stacked upon his desk in the wings of the theater,
and each one was some person’s cancellation combined with an apology for not
being able to attend the evening’s performance.
4038. Some of
the notes were short abrupt postcards offering no explanation, but others were
long letters containing flowery and mawkish apologies. This was a dream, and
like so many dreams, Otis had to read and reread the notes for long hours
on-end while the actors waited restlessly in the wings uncertain what they were supposed
to do.
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