yourself.

A People's Theatre. Since we can't produce it, let us deduce it.
Major premise: the seats are cheap. Minor premiss: the plays are
good. Conclusion: A People's Theatre. How much will you give me
for my syllogism? Not a slap in the eye, I hope.

We stick to our guns. The seats are cheap. That has a nasty
proletarian look about it. But appearances are deceptive. The
proletariat isn't poor. Everybody is poor except Capital and Labour.
Between these upper and nether millstones great numbers of decent
people are squeezed.

The seats are cheap: in decency's name. Nobody wants to swank, to
sit in the front of a box like a geranium on a window-sill--"the
cynosure of many eyes." Nobody wants to profiteer. We all feel that
it is as humiliating to pay high prices as to charge them. No man
consents in his heart to pay high prices unless he feels that what he
pays with his right hand he will get back with his left, either out
of the pocket of a man who isn't looking, or out of the envy of the
poor neighbour who IS looking, but can't afford the figure. The seats
are cheap. Why should A People, fabulous and lofty giraffe, want to
charge or pay high prices? If it were THE PEOPLE now.--But it isn't.
It isn't Plebs, the proletariat. The seats are cheap.

The plays are good. Pah!--this has a canting smell. Any play is good
to the man who likes to look at it. And at that rate Chu Chin Chow is
extra-super-good. What about your GOOD plays? Whose good? PFUI to
your goodness!