Father Undershaft: you are mistaken: I am a sincere Salvationist. You do not understand the Salvation Army. It is the army of joy, of love, of courage: it has banished the fear and remorse and despair of the old hellridden evangelical sects: it marches to fight the devil with trumpet and drum, with music and dancing, with banner and palm, as becomes a sally from heaven by its happy garrison. It picks the waster out of the public house and makes a man of him: it finds a worm wriggling in a back kitchen, and lo! a woman! Men and women of rank too, sons and daughters of the Highest. It takes the poor professor of Greek, the most artificial and self-suppressed of human creatures, from his meal of roots, and lets loose the rhapsodist in him; reveals the true worship of Dionysos to him; sends him down the public street drumming dithyrambs (he plays a thundering flourish on the drum). (UNDERSHAFT: You will alarm the shelter.) Oh, they are accustomed to these sudden ecstasies of piety. However, if the drum worries you-- (he pockets the drumsticks; unhooks the drum; and stands it on the ground opposite the gateway). (UNDERSHAFT: Thank you.) You remember what Euripides says about your money and gunpowder?

Cusins Monologue from Major Barbara

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