And now, if you please, I want to be made exceedingly comfortable.
I want you to find the deck steward and see that I have some beef tea as quickly as possible.

I want my box of cigarettes on one side and my vanity case on the other, and I should like to listen to the plot of your play." He obeyed her behests with scrupulous care, leaned back in his chair and brought into the foreground of his mind the figures of those men and women who had told his story, finding them, to his dismay, unexpectedly crude and unlifelike.

And the story itself.

Was unhappiness so necessary, after all?
They suddenly seemed to crumble away into insignificance, these men and women of his creation.

In their place he could almost fancy a race of larger beings, a more extensive canvas, a more splendid, a riper and richer vocabulary.
"Nothing that I have ever done," he sighed, "is worth talking to you about.