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Updated: June 8, 2025
Ben Hecht chopping away at the ever-forgiving and all-condoning Bugaboo of Puritanism. Ruth Hale as a XXth Century woman guarding the Home Brew. Wallace Irwin composing under the influence of synthetic gin and Andrew Volstead. Robert Keable urging the Automaton called Citizen to turn on his oppressor. Helen Bullitt Lowry watching Puritanism set the Flapper free.
Hecht coldly held out his hand, muttered some conventional inquiry after his health, and, without waiting for any request from Christophe, he pointed to the door of his office, and stepped aside to let him pass. He was secretly glad of the visit, which he had foreseen, though he had given up expecting it.
He thought to himself: "If one were to believe all these young sparks, they would knock the stuffing out of Johannes Brahms himself." Kohn stopped him, laughing: "Wait, wait!" he said. And he turned to Hecht: "He has brought some of his work to give you an idea." "Ah!" said Hecht warily. "Very well, then: let us see them." Without a word Christophe held out his manuscripts.
It really mattered nothing to him whether Christophe or Hecht was right: he only regarded people as source of entertainment: and he saw in Christophe a spring of high comedy, which he intended to exploit to the full. "You should have come to see me," he went on. "I was expecting you. What are you doing this evening? Come to dinner. I won't let you off.
Hecht smiled a little disdainfully. His smile infuriated Christophe. "I want my work back," he said. "I will buy them back from you." "You have no right to do so," said Hecht. "But as I have no desire to keep a man against his will, I am quite ready to give them back to you, if you are in a position to pay the indemnity stated in the contract."
In any case he preferred to earn his money by such work, however irritating it might be, than accept it as a gift from Hecht, as it was once more offered to him: and, indeed, Hecht meant it kindly: but Christophe had been conscious of Hecht's original intention to humiliate him: he was forced to accept his conditions, but nothing would induce him to accept any favor from him: he was willing to work for him: by giving and giving he squared the account: but he would not be under any obligation to him.
Christophe did not wish to seem to be avoiding him: he went up to Hecht, not knowing what to say to him, and fully prepared to stand up to him as arrogantly as need be: for he was convinced that Hecht would be unsparingly insolent. But he was nothing of the kind.
The Prussian finances are not in a condition now to make such expensive arrangements. But I think you may tell Monsieur Hecht, in confidence, that you hope the instructions with which you know that Mr. Keith is gone to Petersburg, may have some effect upon the measures of that Court.
But I don't think there is a man among them who has any claim to be a musician." He meant it as a joke, not as an insult: but Christophe did not take it so. He would have replied in kind if Kohn had not anticipated him. "Oh, come, come!" he said to Hecht. "You must do me the justice to admit that I know nothing at all about it." "That's to your credit," replied Hecht.
At present we are making a collection, a 'Library for Young People, in which we are publishing some easy pianoforte pieces. Could you 'simplify' the Carnival of Schumann, and arrange it for six and eight hands?" Christophe was staggered. "And you offer that to me, to me me...?" His naive "Me" delighted Kohn: but Hecht was offended.
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