Horsham Monologue from Waste: A Tragedy, In Four Acts

From Waste: A Tragedy, In Four Acts by Harley Granville-Barker

male · philosophical · 1:02 min

(Tasting his epigram with enjoyment.) Introspection is the only bar to such an honourable endeavour, (BLACKBOROUGH gapes.) You don't suffer from that as--for instance--Charles here, does. (BLACKBOROUGH: D'you mean I'm just pretending not to attack him personally?) (Safe on his own ground.) It's only a curious metaphysical point. Have you never noticed your distaste for the colour of a man's hair translate itself ultimately into an objection to his religious opinions... or what not? I am sure--for instance--I could trace Charles's scruples about sitting in a cabinet with Trebell back to a sort of academic reverence for women generally which he possesses. I am sure I could... if he were not probably now doing it himself. But this does not make the scruples less real, less religious, or less political. We must be humanly biased in expression... or not express ourselves.

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