Bioshock Rapture Chapter 3 The First Age of Rapture ( Ryan Building, New York City ) Part C

Bioshock Rapture Chapter 3 The First Age of Rapture ( Ryan Building, New York City ) Part C

spoke with flourishes, moved with striking dynamism. Queer sort of duck. “I may be out of the country for your opening, I’m afraid,” Ryan was saying. “But I was just telling Jasmine—” “Oh—Jasmine.” Cohen shrugged dismissively. “She does have her charms. Believe me, I understand. But Andrew—I’m told that this show may close rather sooner than we expected.  Dandies  was to be my re-emergence, my metamorphosis! And the cocoon, I find, is rather constricting and may squeeze me out too soon—” He hugged himself tight, seemed to writhe in his own hug as he said it. “I feel positively squeezed!” “Artists chafe at constraint,” Ryan said, nodding sympathetically. “Don’t worry about the show—Broadway will soon be old hat. We’ll create our own venue for genius, Sander!” “Really! And with what sort of … scope? A large audience?” “You’ll see. As for scope—well, there will be plenty of people to appreciate you there. Almost a captive audience in a way.” “Ooh, nothing I’d like better than a captive audience!…