PygmalionAct1CoventGardenat11.15p.m.Torrentsofheavysummerrain.Cabwhistlesblowingfranticallyinalldirections.PedestriansrunningforshelterintothemarketandundertheporticoofSt.PaulsChurch,wheretherearealreadyseveralpeople.Theyareallpeeringoutgloomilyattherain,exceptonemanwithhisbackturnedtotherest,whoseemswhollypreoccupiedwithanotebookinwhichheiswritingbusily.Thechurchclockstrikesthefirstquarter.Ayo...