Egerton Monologue from The Americans

From The Americans by Edwin Davies Schoonmaker

male · defiant · 54 sec

And we Breathing the electric air of this great West, As rich in life as timber, herds and hops, Wheat fields and mines, and all these things to be Raised and translated by the brains of men. Think of a State dotted with lumber camps And buzzing day and night with saws and saws, And as far as the North Pole from old world customs, Wearing a capitol with Grecian columns With an old Roman Justice on her comb! You'd scorn to come here in a gaberdine Made by some dago in the days of Pompey. And yet you dress the State up in these things. No independence.

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