'It is the greatest play of the generation,' he told the young socialists6 and free-thinkers who sat around him this Friday evening imbibing7 chocolate. 'It will be translated into every tongue.' He had passed with a characteristic bound from satisfaction [260]with the Ghetto8 triumph into cosmopolitan9 anticipations10. 'See,' he added, 'my initials make M.P.—Master Playwright11.'
'Also Mud Pusher,' murmured from the next table Ostrovsky, the socialist5 leader, who found himself almost deserted12 for the new lion. 'Who is this uncombed bunco-steerer?'
'He calls himself the "sweet singer in Israel,"' contemptuously replied Ostrovsky's remaining parasite13.
'But look here, Pinchas,' interposed Benjamin Tuch, another of the displaced demigods, a politician with a delusion14 that he swayed Presidential elections by his prestige in Brooklyn. 'You said the other day that your initials made "Messianic Poet."'
'And don't they?' inquired the poet, his Dantesque, if dingy15, face flushing spiritedly. 'You call yourself a leader, and you don't know your A B C!'
There was a laugh, and Benjamin Tuch scowled16.
'They can't stand for everything,' he said.
'No—they can't stand for "Bowery Tough,"' admitted Pinchas; and the table roared again, partly at the rapidity with which this linguistic17 genius had picked up the local slang. 'But as our pious18 lunatics think there are many meanings in every letter of the Torah,' went on the pleased poet, 'so there are meanings innumerable in every letter of my name. If I am playwright as well as poet, was not Shakespeare both also?'
'You wouldn't class yourself with a low-down barnstormer like Shakespeare?' said Tuch sarcastically19.
'My superiority to Shakespeare I leave to others to discover,' replied the poet seriously, and with [261]unexpected modesty20. 'I discovered it for myself in writing this very play; but I cannot expect the world to admit it till the play is produced.'
'How did you come to find it out yourself?' asked Witberg, the young violinist, who was never sure whether he was guying the poet or sitting at his feet.
'It happened most naturally—order me another cup of chocolate, Witberg. You see, when Iselmann was touring with his Yiddish troupe21 through Galicia, he had the idea of acquainting the Jewish masses with "Hamlet," and he asked me to make the Yiddish translation, as one great poet translating another—and some of those almond-cakes, Witberg! Well, I started on the job, and then of course the discovery was inevitable23. The play, which I had not read since my youth, and then only in a mediocre24 Hebrew version, appeared unspeakably childish in places. Take, for example, the Ghost—these almond-cakes are as stale as sermons; command me a cream-tart22, Witberg. What was I saying?'
'The Ghost,' murmured a dozen voices.
'Ah, yes—now, how can a ghost affect a modern audience which no longer believes in ghosts?'
'That is true.' The table was visibly stimulated25, as though the chocolate had turned into champagne26. The word 'modern' stirred the souls of these refugees from the old Ghettos like a trumpet27; unbelief, if only in ghosts, was oxygen to the prisoners of a tradition of three thousand years. The poet perceived his moment. He laid a black-nailed finger impressively on the right side of his nose.
'I translated Shakespeare—yes, but into modern terms. The Ghost vanished—Hamlet's tragedy [262]remained only the internal incapacity of the thinker for the lower activity of action.'
The men of action pricked28 up their ears.
'The higher activity, you mean,' corrected Ostrovsky.
'Thought,' said Benjamin Tuch, 'has no value till it is translated into action.'
'Exactly; you've got to work it up,' said Colonel Klopsky, who had large ranching29 and mining interests out West, and, with his florid personality, looked entirely30 out of place in these old haunts of his.
'Schtuss (nonsense)!' said the poet disrespectfully. 'Acts are only soldiers. Thought is the general.'
Witberg demurred31. 'It isn't much use thinking about playing the violin, Pinchas.'
'My friend,' said the poet, 'the thinker in music is the man who writes your solos. His thoughts exist whether you play them or not—and independently of your false notes. But you performers are all alike—I have no doubt the leading man who plays my Hamlet will imagine his is the higher activity. But woe32 be to those fellows if they change a syllable33!'
'Your Hamlet?' sneered34 Ostrovsky. 'Since when?'
'Since I re-created him for the modern world, without tinsel and pasteboard; since I conceived him in fire and bore him in agony; since—even the cream of this tart is sour—since I carried him to and fro in my pocket, as a young kangaroo is carried in the pouch35 of the mother.'
'Then Iselmann did not produce it?' asked the Heathen Journalist, who haunted the East Side for copy, and pronounced Pinchas 'Pin-cuss.'
[263]'No, I changed his name to Eselmann, the Donkey-man. For I had hardly read him ten lines before he brayed36 out, "Where is the Ghost?" "The Ghost?" I said. "I have laid him. He cannot walk on the modern stage." Eselmann tore his hair. "But it is for the Ghost I had him translated. Our Yiddish audiences love a ghost." "They love your acting37, too," I replied witheringly. "But I am not here to consider the tastes of the mob." Oh, I gave the Donkey-man a piece of my mind.'
'But he didn't take the piece!' jested Grunbitz, who in Poland had been a Badchan (marriage-jester), and was now a Zionist editor.
'Bah! These managers are all men-of-the-earth! Once, in my days of obscurity, I was made to put a besom into the piece, and it swept all my genius off the boards. Ah, the donkey-men! But I am glad Eselmann gave me my "Hamlet" back, for before giving it to Goldwater I made it even more subtle. No vulgar nonsense of fencing and poison at the end—a pure mental tragedy, for in life the soul alone counts. No—this cream is just as sour as the other—my play will be the internal tragedy of the thinker.'
'The internal tragedy of the thinker is indigestion,' laughed the ex-Badchan; 'you'd better be more careful with the cream-tarts.'
The Heathen Journalist broke through the laughter. 'Strikes me, Pin-cuss, you're giving us Hamlet without the Prince of Denmark.'
'Better than the Prince of Denmark without Hamlet,' retorted the poet, cramming38 cream-tart down his throat in great ugly mouthfuls; 'that is how he is usually played. In my version the Prince of Denmark [264]indeed vanishes, for Hamlet is a Hebrew and the Prince of Palestine.'
'You have made him a Hebrew?' cried Mieses, a pimply39 young poet.
'If he is to be the ideal thinker, let him belong to the nation of thinkers,' said Pinchas. 'In fact, the play is virtually an autobiography40.'
'And do you call it "Hamlet" still?' asked the Heathen Journalist, producing his notebook, for he began to see his way to a Sunday scoop41.
'Why not? True, it is virtually a new work. But Shakespeare borrowed his story from an old play called "Hamlet," and treated it to suit himself; why, therefore, should I not treat Shakespeare as it suits me. The cat eats the rat, and the dog bites the cat.' He laughed his sniggering laugh. 'If I were to call it by another name, some learned fool would point out it was stolen from Shakespeare, whereas at present it challenges comparison.'
'But you discovered Shakespeare cannot sustain the comparison,' said Benjamin Tuch, winking42 at the company.
'Only as the medi?val astrologer is inferior to the astronomer43 of to-day,' the poet explained with placid44 modesty. 'The muddle45-headedness of Shakespeare's ideas—which, incidentally, is the cause of the muddle of Hamlet's character—has given way to the clear vision of the modern. How could Shakespeare really describe the thinker? The Elizabethans could not think. They were like our rabbis.'
The unexpected digression into contemporary satire46 made the whole café laugh. Gradually other atoms had drifted toward the new magnet. From the [265]remotest corners eyes strayed and ears were pricked up. Pinchas was indeed a figure of mark, with somebody else's frock-coat on his meagre person, his hair flowing like a dark cascade47 under a broad-brimmed dusky hat, and his sombre face aglow48 with genius and cocksureness.
'Why should you expect thought from a rabbi?' said Grunbitz. 'You don't expect truth from a tradesman. Besides, only youth thinks.'
'That is well said,' approved Pinchas. 'He who is ever thinking never grows old. I shall die young, like all whom the gods love. Waiter, give Mr. Grunbitz a cup of chocolate.'
'Thank you—but I don't care for any.'
'You cannot refuse—you will pain Witberg,' said the poet simply.
In the great city around them men jumped on and off electric cars, whizzed up and down lifts, hustled49 through lobbies, hulloed through telephones, tore open telegrams, dictated50 to clacking typists, filled life with sound and flurry, with the bustle51 of the markets and the chink of the eternal dollar; while here, serenely52 smoking and sipping53, ruffled54 only by the breezes of argument, leisurely55 as the philosophers in the colonnades56 of Athens, the talkers of the Ghetto, earnest as their forefathers57 before the great folios of the Talmud, made an Oriental oasis58 amid the simoom whirl of the Occident59. And the Heathen Journalist who had discovered it felt, as so often before, that here alone in this arid60, mushroom New York was antiquity61, was restfulness, was romanticism; here was the Latin Quarter of the city of the Goths.
Encouraged by the Master's good humour, young Mieses timidly exhibited his new verses. Pinchas read [266]the manuscript aloud to the confusion of the blushing boy.
'But it is full of genius!' he cried in genuine astonishment62. 'I might have written it myself, except that it is so unequal—a mixture of diamonds and paste, like all Hebrew literature.' He indicated with flawless taste the good lines, not knowing they were one and all unconscious reproductions from the English masterpieces Mieses had borrowed from the library in the Educational Alliance. The acolytes63 listened respectfully, and the beardless, blotchy-faced Mieses began to take importance in their eyes and to betray the importance he held in his own.
'Perhaps I, too, shall write a play one day,' he said. 'My "M," too, makes "Master."'
'It may be that you are destined64 to wear my mantle,' said Pinchas graciously.
Mieses looked involuntarily at the ill-fitting frock-coat.
Pinchas rose. 'And now, Mieses, you must give me a car-fare. I have to go and talk to the manager about rehearsals65. One must superintend the actors one's self—these pumpkin-heads are capable of any crime, even of altering one's best phrases.'
Radsikoff smiled. He had sat still in his corner, this most prolific66 of Ghetto dramatists, his big, furrowed67 forehead supported on his fist, a huge, odorous cigar in his mouth.
'I suppose Goldwater plays "Hamlet,"' he said.
'We have not discussed it yet,' said Pinchas airily.
Radsikoff smiled again. 'Oh, he'll pull through—so long as Mrs. Goldwater doesn't play "Ophelia."'
'She play "Ophelia"! She would not dream of [267]such a thing. She is a saucy68 soubrette; she belongs to vaudeville69.'
'All right. I have warned you.'
'You don't think there is really a danger!' Pinchas was pale and shaking.
'The Yiddish stage is so moral. Husbands and wives, unfortunately, live and play together,' said the old dramatist drily.
'I'll drown her truly before I let her play my "Ophelia,"' said the poet venomously.
Radsikoff shrugged70 his shoulders and dropped into American. 'Well, it's up to you.'
'The minx!' Pinchas shook his fist at the air. 'But I'll manage her. If the worst comes to the worst, I'll make love to her.'
The poet's sublime71 confidence in his charms was too much even for his admirers. The mental juxtaposition72 of the seedy poet and the piquant73 actress in her frills and furbelows set the whole café rocking with laughter. Pinchas took it as a tribute to his ingenious method of drawing the soubrette-serpent's fangs74. He grinned placidly75.
'And when is your play coming on?' asked Radsikoff.
'After Passover,' replied Pinchas, beginning to button his frock-coat against the outer cold. If only to oust76 this 'Ophelia,' he must be at the theatre instanter.
'Has Goldwater given you a contract?'
'I am a poet, not a lawyer,' said Pinchas proudly. 'Parchments are for Philistines77; honest men build on the word.'
'After all, it comes to the same thing—with [268]Goldwater,' said Radsikoff drily. 'But he's no worse than the others; I've never yet found the contract any manager couldn't slip out of. I've never yet met the playwright that the manager couldn't dodge78.' Radsikoff, indeed, divided his time between devising plays and devising contracts. Every experience but suggested fresh clauses. He regarded Pinchas with commiseration79 rather than jealousy80. 'I shall come to your first night,' he added.
'It will be a tribute which the audience will appreciate,' said Pinchas. 'I am thinking that if I had one of these aromatic81 cigars I too might offer a burnt-offering unto the Lord.'
There was general laughter at the blasphemy82, for the Sabbath, with its privation of fire, had long since begun.
'Try taking instead of thinking,' laughed the playwright, pushing forward his case. 'Action is greater than Thought.'
'No, no, no!' Pinchas protested, as he fumbled83 for the finest cigar. 'Wait till you see my play—you must all come—I will send you all boxes. Then you will learn that Thought is greater than Action—that Thought is the greatest thing in the world.'
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