As long as the photoplays are fed by the literature of the stage, the new art can never come to its own and can never reach its real goal.

It is surely no fault of Shakespeare that Hamlet and King Lear are very poor photoplays.

If ever a Shakespeare arises for the screen, his work would be equally unsatisfactory if it were dragged to the stage.

Peer Gynt is no longer Ibsen's if the actors are dumb.
The novel, in certain respects, fares still worse, but in other respects some degrees better.

It is true that in the superficial literature written for the hour the demarcation line between dramatic and narrative works is often ignored.