Aleister's naughty behaviour.
Frieda: Painting, easel set up in corner of loungeroom.
Aleister: Sitting in armchair - rerading, chuckles, reads more, laughs, reads more, laughs very loudly.
F: "So it's comedy now is it?"
A: Holds book up - 'Socrates'. Puts book down, walks over to Frieda, looks at painting Frieda is doing of Fool tarot card. "Excellent, that's exactly the effect I was thinking of." ... Thinks... "You know Frieda, I've been thinking. What is the best way for my work to survive? Even if I became a great diplomat and even helped to end a great war, I'd soon be forgotten. It's not the content of my writing ...it's something else, I've got to maintain the interest. I've got to reach as many people as possible and continue reaching people into the future."
F: Continues painting, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that! Just keep on going the way you have been ... just sauce it up a bit."
A: "Pardon?"
F: "You know; the women, the drink, the drugs, fantastic feats, controversy, trips, disquises, boasting, kindness, cruelty, infinate compassion, your ... god damn ... class conciousness and the equality of Man ... your've already hit on the golden formula."
A: "Sorry, I'm not following you, which golden formula?"
F: "The golden formula, the method for achieving the aim that was the subject of your first question." She keeps painting.
A: "Eh?"
F: "The best way for your work to survive and for you not to be forgotten...' she bends down close to the painting to execute intricate detail "...Really Aleister! Pay attention, you are smoking far too much lately ... pay attention now. The formulae to work your will in this particular area is twofold; controversy and gossip, with those two you will survive an eternity."
A: "Ahaa!"
F: " You know people, as long as they have something to gossip about, to compare, to talk, to endlessly give opinion, to judge right and wrong ..." she stops painting, thinks ... " To judge right and wrong BOTH rightly and wrongly,"
she continues painting, "they'll be talking about you for years."
A: "By George! You've got it!."
F: Looks at painting, places pallette on edge of table and stands back to get larger view."Got what? The final touch on the painting or the answer to your dilema?"
A:'Everything Frieda! Your've got everything!" He grabs Frieda and hugs her, kisses her on the cheek and rushes out of the room.
F: Wipes cheek "Dont forget to make the press angry." She turns and notices he has knocked the pallette on to the painting and it is stuck on it, she pulls it off and notices there is a large splodge left behind near the crocodiles ear. "Well, that can just stay there then!"