(With a touch of philosophy) That's right--we all bars them that tries to get something out of us. (L. ANNE: Who do you bar, James?) Well-- (Enjoying the luxury of thought) --Speaking generally, I bar everybody that looks down their noses at me. Out there in the trenches, there'd come a shell, and orf'd go some orficer's head, an' I'd think: That might ha' been me--we're all equal in the sight o' the stars. But when I got home again among the torfs, I says to meself: Out there, ye know, you filled a hole as well as me; but here you've put it on again, with mufti. (L. ANNE: James, are your breeches made of mufti?) (Contemplating his legs with a certain contempt) Ah! Footmen were to ha' been off; but Lord William was scared we wouldn't get jobs in the rush. We're on his conscience, and it's on my conscience that I've been on his long enough--so, now I've saved a bit, I'm goin' to take meself orf it.

James Monologue from The Foundations (An Extravagant Play)

Rehearse James's monologue