I’ve nice jobs you could be doing, gathering shells to make a whitewash for our hut within, building up a little goose-house, or stretching a new skin on an old curragh I have, and if my hut is far from all sides, it’s there you’ll meet the wisest old men, I tell you, at the corner of my wheel, and it’s there yourself and me will have great times whispering and hugging. And I’ll be telling you stories of the great men that have come to my door, and the great things they’ve done, and you’ll be laughing and saying, ‘Ah, Widow Quin, you’re a great one for the tales!’ And I’ll be saying, ‘Aye, but it’s the truth I’m telling you, and you’ll be the one to carry on the stories when I’m gone.’ And we’ll be sitting there, the two of us, with the fire crackling and the stars shining down, and you’ll be saying, ‘Widow Quin, you’re the best company a man could have.’ And I’ll be smiling and saying, ‘Aye, and you’re the best man I’ve had in a long time.’ And that’s the way it will be, and you’ll be happy, and I’ll be happy, and we’ll have our little world, just the two of us, and it will be grand.

Widow Quin Monologue from The Playboy of the Western World

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