Monologue

Celia Monologue from Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts

From Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts by A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley) Mason

female · defiant · 2:04 min

Ashamed? I? Why, no, not the least little bit in the world. I don't believe I was ever so happy in all my life. (AUNT IDA: Oh, oh!) It's all very well, dear, for you to "Oh, oh!" at me, but I ask you, Aunt Ida, have you ever been pitied and patronized as I was here to-night, as I have been all these years, and looked upon as old and ugly and dowdy and dull? (AUNT IDA: Not that, Celia, not that.) Oh, don't think I don't know those things about myself. I do, but I don't like to hear them all the time, just the same. Have you ever been a wall-flower at every ball you have gone to, while all the other girls danced and had a perfectly lovely time? Have you ever been seated next to the oldest, deafest members of the community at every dinner party you have gone to? Positively, Aunt Ida, I've grown so now that I can't talk at a dinner party except through an ear trumpet. (Goes R. and then returns.) And, if that Tarver creature or a Jim Raleigh or that old fossil of an Admiral or any other mortal trouser-wearing remnant of humanity had ever condescended to propose to me, there isn't a man or woman in this entire household, beginning with Martin and the boot boy, who wouldn't respect me and treat me quite differently in consequence.

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30s · joy · identity · isolation · self-acceptance · patronization

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