Judith
He’s your son as well as mine.
David
I begin to doubt it.
Judith
Bursting into tears of rage.
David!
Simon
Consoling her.
Father, how can you!
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.