Mrs Farrell Monologue from Press Cuttings

From Press Cuttings by Bernard Shaw

female · sarcastic · 1:02 min

She was as pleased as Punch. Thank Heaven, she says, hes got somebody thatll be able to keep him when the supertax is put up to twenty shillings in the pound. (MITCHENER: But your daughter herself? What did she say?) Accepted him, of course. What else would a young fool like her do? He inthrojooced her to the Poet Laureate, thinking shed inspire him. (MITCHENER: Did she?) Faith I dunna. All I know is she walked up to him as bold as brass n said "Write me a sketch, dear." Afther all the trouble I took with that chills manners shes no more notion how to behave herself than a pig. Youll have to wear General Sandstones uniform: its the ony one in the place, because he wont lend it to the shows.

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