There are pubs near the theater—I am sure we are in London. Either London or New York, but I prefer London. Of course there are pubs near the theater! Everybody knows this is the greatest pleasure, to have a drink after the theater and talk about the play, its merits hopefully. Although, to be sure, there is also pleasure in dragging things through the mud, and if we have been made to sit through a bad play and spend our dwindling resources for the too-expensive-as-it-is privilege of it, we will take enormous pleasure in going over its horribleness—merrily over and over how horrible it was, delousing it with exquisite little pinching teeth. Just not Alfred Returner.