Not only is this imperative, but clock and mirror must be harmonized, one gently subordinated to the other.

Both cannot rule.

In the present talking moving picture the more highly developed photoplay is dragged by the hair in a dead faint, in the wake of the screaming savage phonograph.

No talking machine on the market reproduces conversation clearly unless it be elaborately articulated in unnatural tones with a stiff interval between each question and answer.
Real dialogue goes to ruin.
The talking moving picture came to our town.

We were given for one show a line of minstrels facing the audience, with the interlocutor repeating his immemorial question, and the end-man giving the immemorial answer.
Then came a scene in a blacksmith shop where certain well-differentiated rackets were carried over the footlights.