You don't eat, but you can always drink provided you run across a friend who by chance has some money in his pocket.

What'll be the end of it all?
You'll go down--down among the dregs of Grub Street and you'll never rise again." "Not so, Mr.Curll," cried Vane hotly.

"I've great hopes.

I've a tragedy----" "A tragedy! _That_ for your tragedy." Curll snapped his fingers scornfully.
"Why, my young friend, supposing you get your tragedy staged, it will be played one night--if extraordinarily successful two nights, or three at the most.

What do you think you will get out of it?
Nothing.