"Tell me, are they literary ?" "I would like to call them so," he admitted.

"I have written a play and three stories, so bad that no one would produce the play or publish the stories." "You have brought them with you ?" He shook his head.
"No! They are where I shall never see them again." "Never see them again ?" she repeated, puzzled.
"I mean that I have left them at home.

I have left them there, perhaps, to a certain extent deliberately," he went on.

"You see, the idea is still with me.

I think that I shall rewrite them when I have settled down in America.