Hearing
Frank talk about drinking,
Rita asks him if he drank back when he was a poet. He says that he did, though not quite as much, and this leads them into a conversation about the difference between creating poetry and creating literature. In turn, Rita wonders if she’ll ever fully understand the difference between various types of writing. For example, she read Chekhov’s play
The Seagull and found it incredibly sad, but then she read blurbs about Chekhov that called him a “comedic genius.” Hearing this, Frank explains that these blurbs aren’t using the word “comedy” in the way Rita thinks. “Have you ever seen Chekhov in the theatre?” he asks, and when she says no, he encourages her to go. “Hey! Why don’t we go tonight!” she says, but he declines, saying that he hates theater.