House of Horrors - Artistic Critique and Personal Struggles Unveiled
Hal Ormiston: [Reading his own review]
I devoted my stick of type today to a frank appraisal of the very doubtful talents of a young brush wielder named Steven Morrow.
Police Lt. Larry Brooks: [Scene change. Review continues being read]
You will note that I do not dignify young Morrow with the term artist. He definitely is not an artist in any sense of the word.
Steven Morrow: [Scene change. Review continues being read; pause. Slams newspaper to the table]
The empty face girls Morrow paints have no more artistic significance than the crazily conceived creations of that well known madman of scattering profession, Marcel De Lange. Another one. Harmon dies, and another persecute rises to hound me. Am I always to be beaten down by heartless ignorant critics who find strange delight in singling me out as a subject for their cruelty? Why am I not big and strong so I can throttle this man Ormiston? I can see him now, a drink at his elbow, chuckling over his cleverly turned phrases. He has money for food and drink while we must starve. It's unfair, I tell you.
The Creeper:
Where does he live?
Steven Morrow: [Raises head to look into Creeper's face. Pauses]
At the Bagley Terrace, on East 54th Street.
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