David
Rising.
I’ll never attempt to read any of you anything again as long as I live. You’re not a bit interested in my work, and you don’t give a damn whether I’m a success or a failure.
Judith
You’re dead certain to be a failure if you cram your books with inaccuracies.
David
I am not inaccurate!I am not inaccurate!
Hammering the table with his fist.
Judith
Yes, you are; and you’re foul-tempered and spoilt.
David
Spoilt! I like that! Nobody here spoils me—you’re the most insufferable family to live with—