Monologue

Tramp Monologue from In the Shadow of the Glen

From In the Shadow of the Glen by J. M. (John Millington) Synge

male · contemplative · 57 sec

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((At the door.)) Come along with me now, lady of the house, and it’s not my blather you’ll be hearing only, but you’ll be hearing the herons crying out over the black lakes, and you’ll be hearing the grouse and the owls with them, and the larks and the big thrushes when the days are warm, and it’s not from the like of them you’ll be hearing a talk of getting old like Peggy Cavanagh, and losing the hair off you, and the light of your eyes, but it’s fine songs you’ll be hearing when the sun goes up, and there’ll be no old fellow wheezing, the like of a sick sheep, close to your ear.

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30s · longing · freedom · identity · nature · aging

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