It's syfer, 'yn't it? (He winks) No one never looks back on prophecies. I remembers an editor spring o' 1916 stykin' his reputytion the war'd be over in the follerin' October. Increased 'is circulytion abaht 'arf a million by it. 1917 an' war still on--'ad 'is readers gone back on 'im? Nao! They was increasin' like rabbits. Prophesy wot people want to believe, an' ye're syfe. Naow, I'll styke my reputation on somethin', you tyke it dahn word for word. This country's goin' to the dawgs--Naow, 'ere's the sensytion--unless we gets a new religion. (PRESS: Ah! Now for it--yes?) In one word: "Kindness." Daon't mistyke me, nao sickly sentiment and nao patronizin'. Me as kind to the millionaire as 'im to me. (Fills his mug and drinks.) (PRESS: That's queer! Kindness! "Extremes meet. Bombed and bomber breathing the same music.") But 'ere's the interestin' pynt. Can it be done wivaht blood?

Lemmy Monologue from The Foundations (An Extravagant Play)

Rehearse Lemmy's monologue