(with angry sarcasm) Dreadful. Appalling. Worse than death, as Ramsden says. (He comes to Octavius). What would you not give, Tavy, to turn it into a railway accident, with all her bones broken or something equally respectable and deserving of sympathy? (OCTAVIUS: Don't be brutal, Jack.) Brutal! Good Heavens, man, what are you crying for? Here is a woman whom we all supposed to be making bad water color sketches, practising Grieg and Brahms, gadding about to concerts and parties, wasting her life and her money. We suddenly learn that she has turned from these sillinesses to the fulfilment of her highest purpose and greatest function--to increase, multiply and replenish the earth. And instead of admiring her courage and rejoicing in her instinct; instead of crowning the completed womanhood and raising the triumphal strain of "Unto us a child is born: unto us a son is given," here you are--you who have been as merry as Brigs in your mourning for the dead--all pulling long faces and looking as ashamed and disgraced as if the girl had committed the vilest of crimes. (RAMSDEN: I will not have these abominations uttered in my house.) Look here: if you insult me again I'll take you at your word and leave your house. Ann: where is Violet now?

Tanner Monologue from Man and Superman: A Comedy and a Philosophy

Rehearse Tanner's monologue