As he sat there in front of his blank notebook he couldn't help but to glance over at the play. That supposedly had a terrible last page but he doesn't care of what that man said about the last page and how he had to rewrite it.
And so the light came through the glass stain of the window that came through the attic, and he sat there thinking as he thought it over a long time and finally caves in. And picks up the play re-reads his work with a serentatious thought and he tries to see what's wrong with the ending.
And then there came a knock on the front door and he closes and marks his place in the play script and he goes down the...