TROTTER. Of course I do. Do you take me for a fool? Do you suppose
I prefer popular melodramas? Have I not written most appreciative
notices of them? But I say theyre not plays. Theyre not plays. I
cant consent to remain in this house another minute if anything
remotely resembling them is to be foisted on me as a play.

FANNY. I fully admit that theyre not plays. I only want you to tell
my father that plays are not plays nowadays--not in your sense of the
word.

TROTTER. Ah, there you go again! In my sense of the word! You
believe that my criticism is merely a personal impression; that--

FANNY. You always said it was.

TROTTER. Pardon me: not on this point. If you had been classically
educated--

FANNY. But I have.

TROTTER. Pooh! Cambridge! If you had been educated at Oxford, you
would know that the definition of a play has been settled exactly and
scientifically for two thousand two hundred and sixty years. When I
say that these entertainments are not plays, I dont mean in my sense
of the word, but in the sense given to it for all time by the immortal
Stagirite.

FANNY. Who is the Stagirite?