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Eugene Oneill
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Your father goes out He meets his friends in barrooms or at the Club You and Jamie have the boys you know You go out But Im alone Ive always been alone
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Yes facts don t mean a thing do they What you want to believe that s the only truth
It makes it so much harder living in this atmosphere of constant suspicion knowing everyone is spying on me and none of you believe in me or trust me
You re lying to yourself again You wanted to get rid of them Their contempt and disgust aren t pleasant company You re glad they re gone
I know it s useless to talk But sometimes I feel so lonely
The past is the present isn t it It s the future too
But land is land and it s safer than the stocks and bonds of Wall Street swindlers
The Mad Scene Enter Ophelia
Be always drunken Nothing else matters that is the only question If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth be drunken continually Drunken with what With wine with poetry or with virtue as you will But be drunken
The past is the present isn t it It s the future too We all try to lie out of that but life won t let us
Happy roads is bunk Weary roads is right Get you nowhere fast That s where I ve got—nowhere Where everyone lands in the end even if most of the suckers won t admit it
it will be faithful realism at least Stammering is the native eloquence of us fog people
Then in the spring something happened to me Yes I remember I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for time
On my solemn oath Edmund I d gladly face not having an acre of land to call my own nor a penny in the bank I d be willing to have no home but the poorhouse in my old age if I could look back now on having been the fine artist I might have been
It wasn t the fog I minded Cathleen I really love fog It hides you from the world and the world from you You feel that everything has changed and nothing is what it seemed to be No one can find or touch you any more
None of us can help the things life has done to us Theyre done before you realize it and once theyre done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what youd like to be and youve lost your true self forever
We are such things as rubbish is made of so let s drink up and forget it
