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Postby Black Irish » Fri Nov 15, 2013 11:51 am

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CITIZEN KANE & PHILOSOPHY
Posted by Dave LeBoeuf on December 12, 2000 at 08:24:43:
I had mentioned this back in May, when it was tentative, but I’ll be presenting an abridged version of a paper entitled "Citizen Kant: Themes of Consciousness and Cognition in Citizen Kane" at the American Philosophical Association’s annual eastern division meeting in NYC on 12/27 in a 7 pm session. Details of the 3-day conference, which takes place at the New York Hilton, 1335 Avenue of the Americas, can be found at the APA’s web-site at http://www.apa.udel.edu/apa/divisions/e ... index.html
A longer version of the paper is slated to be included in a volume on ‘Epistemology and Film’. The paper may only appeal to those with an interest in philosophy, but I believe the film effectively raises many interesting concepts and ‘theories’ about personal identity and the nature of consciousness. In short, I point out structural similarities the film shares with Immanuel Kant's epistemology (theory of knowledge). The film’s narrative structure, characterization, and manipulation of space and time acts as a correlative to Kant's "transcendental idealism", itself an attempt to bridge the impasse between Hume's empiricist scepticism (wherein the phenomena of consciousness or 'sense of self' is construed as no more than a rapid series of sensory stimuli) and Descartes' rationalist "cogito" argument (wherein the senses, which can deceive, cannot be trusted and the 'thinking self' is a kind of 'substance' which acts as the ultimate source of all genuine knowledge). In short, I argue that the "News on the March" segment represents the Humean model of consciousness (of the 'self' as no more than the sum of observable phenomena), Thompson's pursuit of the meaning of 'Rosebud' parallels Descartes' (and most of western science's) failed attempts to find the 'essence' of personal identity (or 'self-hood'), and the film's omniscient opening and closing scenes represent Kant's idea of the "noumena" with respect to consciousness (that is, the "transcendental unity of apperception" which Kant deduces 'must' exist if we are to account for our continuous senses of self across time and space).
An initital draft version of the paper is linked from -- http://www.gis.net/~d13/welles/welles.htm
Dave LeBoeuf
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Jez:
These ideas are interesting... it's nice to know that others see Welles films as being philosophically rich as well... every line, every scene, every piece of music jolts the mind from place to place and idea to idea...
I don't necessarily think Welles would have had Kant/Hume/Descartes in mind when he made the films, and in this sense he can be considered a philosopher of considerable stature himself - after all, it's all about (re)presentation isn't it?! By this I mean that Plato, Kant, Nietzsche, Derrida etc have all dealt with epistemology in different styles but with a constant thread running through the middle, and I think Welles also sits on this thread, using film/fiction (or art/truth) as his medium.
I think that the "Declaration of Principles" in Kane is central to the movement of the Kane identity: history/character is recorded, Kane deviates from it... why? How? Can we know?
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Al Schwartz:
...Plato, Kant, Nietzsche, Derrida etc have all dealt with epistemology in different styles but with a constant thread running through the middle, and I think Welles also sits on this thread, using film/fiction (or art/truth) as his medium.
If Welles had such a thorough comprehension of Shakespeare it would be a short step to Kant (almost like "Kane"), and Nietzche.
One of the projects Welles reportedly considered as a follow up to KANE was a life of Beethoven, who was considered by many historians as the "philosopher" of music, and who was heavily influenced by Kant's "philosophy of duty", in which doing one's duty is more important than making other's happy.
As a youth, Welles also is said to have written a scholarly essay on Nietsche's Also Sprach Zarathustra. If true, I wonder if this essay still exists. It could shed a lot of light on his philosophical outlook. Welles was definitely one who struggled with the "world's riddle".
Someone correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Zarathustra another word for Zoroaster? And don't the Zorastrians believe in the concept of the "doppelganger", or "evil twin"? The constant struggle between our two characters or natures would make any notion of a "fixed identity" impossible. Stevenson's "Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde" explores this theme as well, and Arkadin's "scorpion/frog" story seems to point to this good vs. evil, fate vs. free will struggle.
One critic described Welles's movies as "sinister puppet shows". Could his faustian power figures like KANE, ARKADIN, QUINLAN etc. be doppelgangers of himself? Excuse my rambling thoughts, I'm not pretending to have any answers here, just playing with a jigsaw puzzle...
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Jez:
Of course, while these characters are born of his own character, Welles constantly reminded those who asked that they WERE NOT biographies, and how right he is!
I don't want to upset people by returning again to Milan Kundera, but there is a brief section in "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" in which he discusses the connection of his characters to himself, concluding that (rather than being autobiographical) they are in fact studies of the many POSSIBILITIES that could have affected his own life. They stem from him, but they are not him. I think this is very close to Welles' style.

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Posted by Dave LeBoeuf on December 14, 2000 at 19:27:04:
In Reply to: Citizen Kane & Philosophy posted by Dave LeBoeuf on December 12, 2000 at 08:24:43:
I don't believe that Welles had Descartes/Hume/Kant in mind when he made Citizen Kane either. While there is little evidence that anyone involved in the making of Citizen Kane knowingly attempted to infuse the film with epistemological reflections, I believe that most 'timeless' art which deeply resonates with people does so because it taps into potentially universal 'truths', which might otherwise only be reached via a complicated systematic philosophical endeavor.
While I am much more aligned with 'analytic' philosophy, I do believe that Jung's theory of the collective unconscious (as he applied it to the world of the artist) gets to the heart of the matter. Echoing the general sentiments of S.T. Coleridge on the issue (and prefiguring today's cognitive approach to film studies), Jung describes the artistic process as "a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument… Whenever the creative force predominates, human life is ruled and moulded by the unconscious as against the active will, and the conscious ego is swept along on a subterranean current, being nothing more than a helpless observer of events."
With this in mind, I think many artists are not fully 'aware' of the power their work has in activating the audience's imaginations.
FWIW, here's John Houseman 's generous but brutally honest (?) presentation of Orson Welles' "intellectualism" --
"For all his undoubted intelligence, Welles was never an intellectual, in the theatre or out of it. He was a quick reactor, a brilliant improviser, a vivid visualizer, but he seldom cared to stop and think, and hardly ever gave his audiences time to do the same. In a way, the live theatre was his ideal medium, the perfect form for the prestidigitator's magic, since you never see exactly the same thing twice. It is surprising that he was later to make films which could stand up triumphantly to the most minute and frequent analysis… [Taylor, p. 30-31].
It's also worth noting that "F For Fake" contains some relatively sophisticated 'arguments' relevant to philosophical aesthetics and issues of what makes art 'art'.
Regarding Orson Welles' Nietzschean influence:
"At various periods in his youth he made a study of Nietzsche." [Naremore, p. 3].
Al Schwartz wrote: "As a youth, Welles also is said to have written a scholarly essay on Nietsche's Also Sprach Zarathustra." Where did you hear of this?
"Bright Lucifer", Welles' earliest original work (written when he was 18), was apparently very autobiographical and also echoed some rough Nietzschean themes. According to James Naremore, the main character, Eldred Brand, outwardly resembles Welles himself. Naremore (who has seen the script, itself not otherwise published) describes Brand as "a devotee of Nietzsche" (p. 5) and one who "models himself on the Devil" (p. 8). It is interesting that Welles would go on to play the Clarence Darrow-like role in the film "Compulsion", a thinly-disguised version of the Leopold and Loeb murder case, wherein two precocious young men, under a Hitler-ized reading of Nietzsche (e.g., the superman is beyond moral codes of good and evil, yada yada yada), decide to commit murder for no other reason than as an 'experiment' to realize their perverted version of Nietzschean moral philosophy and also to demonstrate what they believe is their 'superior intellect' and ability to commmit such a crime without getting caught.
There are Nietzschean themes in "Heart of Darkness" as well and the following excerpt of Kurtz dialogue from Welles' screenplay for a film version of Conrad's novel are illustrative:
KURTZ: I'm a great man, Marlow -- really great... The meek -- you and the rest of the millions -- the poor in spirit, I hate you -- but I know you for my betters -- without knowing why you are except that yours is the Kingdom of Heaven, except that you shall inherit the earth. Don't mistake me, I haven't gone moral on my death bed. I'm above morality. No. I've climbed higher than men and seen farther. I'm the first absolute dictator. The first complete success. I've known what others try to get… I won the game, but the winner loses too. He's all alone and he goes mad." [as quoted in Naremore, p. 144].
KURTZ: Understand this much -- Everything I've done up here has been done according to the method of my Government. Everything. There's a man now in Europe trying to do what I've done in this jungle. He will fail. In his madness, he thinks he can't fail-but he will. A brute can rule only brutes. Remember the meek, -- the meek. -- I'm a great man, Marlowe -- really great -- know the strength of the enemy -- its terrible weakness, the meek -- you and the rest of the millions -- the poor in spirit. I hate you -- but I know you for my betters -- without knowing why you are except that yours is the Kingdom of Heaven, except that you shall inherit the earth . . . . [From "Revised Estimating Script for Heart of Darkness," pp. 161-63, box 14, Welles collection, Lilly Library, as quoted in "Fiery Speech in a World of Shadows: Rosebud's Impact on Early Audiences", by Robin Bates with Scott Bates, in Perspectives on Citizen Kane, p. 313].

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BRIGHT LUCIFER AND THE TWO KANES
: Jung describes the artistic process as "a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument… Whenever the creative force predominates, human life is ruled and moulded by the unconscious as against the active will, and the conscious ego is swept along on a subterranean current, being nothing more than a helpless observer of events."
Sounds almost like demonic posession, which seems to be a theme of BRIGHT LUCIFER, which I'm glad you mentioned. The three main characters in it are perhaps symbolic of the young Welles's rather disturbed psyche or maybe even his philosophy (Descartes/Hume/Kant?).

: With this in mind, I think many artists are not fully 'aware' of the power their work has in activating the audience's imaginations.

Perhaps because it's not entirely their work, but also the work of that which posesses them.

: Regarding Orson Welles' Nietzschean influence:
: "At various periods in his youth he made a study of Nietzsche." [Naremore, p. 3].
: Al Schwartz wrote: "As a youth, Welles also is said to have written a scholarly essay on Nietsche's Also Sprach Zarathustra."

Where did you hear of this?

Unfortunately, I can't recall offhand which book it was, and it may have even been the Naremore. But if Welles studied Nietsche, it's more than likely he studied Zarathustra.

By the way, your website - which is one of the most interesting Welles sites I've seen on the Web - has a link to the early KANE draft. I found this a fascinating read. The earlier draft seems to make more explicit that Charles Foster Kane (and Hearst) was a prototype for the fascist dictators - a man whose hypocritical leftism helped set the example for Hitler and Mussolini. I was wondering what your impressions might be on the differences between the two KANES?
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Bob:
: I don't want to upset people by returning again to Milan Kundera, but there is a brief section in "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" in which he discusses the connection of his characters to himself, concluding that (rather than being autobiographical) they are in fact studies of the many POSSIBILITIES that could have affected his own life. They stem from him, but they are not him. I think this is very close to Welles' style.

Here's an excerpt from Jonathon Rosenbaum's review of Philip Kaufman's new movie about the Marquis De Sade, QUILLS:
"If (Kaufman) and Wright want to make hash of the entire Sade debate in order to show us a good time, why not?...who says entertainment has to be intellectually challenging? (By contrast, when I saw Kaufman's much-praised and equally sexy film adaptation of Milan Kundera's THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING in 1988, I couldn't get past how he'd perverted the novel, avoiding what Kundera had to say about kitsch and any aspect of Czech life Americans didn't already know about. Does this mean I value Kundera more than Sade? Maybe.)

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Re: Woodstock Celebrates - 2014

Postby Black Irish » Fri Feb 14, 2014 10:40 am

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CHARACTERS:
W.B. “BILL”FLYNN, Editor of “The National Weekly,” a national Sunday supplement.
MORGAN “JACK” FLYNN, a movie star, and Bill’s younger brother.
ELDRED BRAND, Bill’s ward.
SETTING: An old fishing shack on an island on a northwoods lake, 1938.

ACT 1.
(It is dusk)

BILL: (Enters carrying two buckets) Sorry Jack. There’s a lot of water around this island, but none of it runs.

JACK: What fish, though! Lord, but that bass was good in the open air. Haven’t had fish like that in four years. Or air. They breathe gas in Hollywood. Say, I could stretch out there, under the pines, and in five minutes I’d be asleep. That’s another thing I haven’t had.

BILL: You’ll get it here, all right. But you’ll be glad of a few blankets, and even glad of this shack. It’s cold nights in the northwoods, and damp – especially here on the lake. We’d hoped to get the new place fixed up on the mainland before you came. An army cot doesn’t seem right for a movie star.

JACK: Shut up, Bill! I love roughing it!

BILL: So does Martha. She’s having a great summer getting the new house ready and camping out here. Don’t know which she likes best.

JACK: And Eldred?

BILL: Eldred isn’t what you’d call an outdoor boy.

JACK (picking up plates): Where’ll I put these?

BILL: Anywhere. Over there in the corner. He hates the northwoods. Hayfever. Poor kid. His father had it too.

JACK: Why’s he out here?

BILL: It’s the only time I get to be with him nowadays.

JACK: You’re still as devoted to that boy as ever?

BILL: Don’t know what I’d do without him.

JACK: (with significance) And Martha?

BILL: (pause) He’s like my own boy, Jack!

JACK: Bill…why does Eldred hate me?

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Re: Woodstock Celebrates - 2014

Postby Black Irish » Fri Mar 21, 2014 8:48 pm

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BILL: No, I’m not. They don’t come that way. They’re so sorry for themselves. That’s what makes them so tiresome. Maybe that’s what makes them ghosts. Nothing’s sillier then an authentic spectre.

JACK: You laugh easily.

BILL: Like to see the ghost that wouldn’t make me.

JACK: You would?

BILL: I would.

JACK: Well, I could scare you. In the flesh, I mean, not a moving picture. You wouldn’t laugh at me.

BILL: Try it.

JACK: I did, once, years ago. I was playing stock and there was a spiritualist medium near the theater. We figured she was competition, so three of us set up a séance, and I played spirit. It was the season’s wow! Madame’s spirit guide wasn’t even in the running. Must have been hard on her. Like a magician discovering that the beautiful lady in the box is really cut in half.

BILL: (laughs) I love that!

ELDRED: I don’t. Practical jokes went out with puns.

BILL: Well, I’m not so stylish. I still like to laugh. Remember the night I let you down by the feet to the library window, Jack, so you could make faces at Great Aunt Emperia?

JACK: And you let go of one foot? I’ll never forget it.

BILL: (to Eldred) Jack was always dressing up. And that night in the cemetery.

JACK: I wanted to scare people on a big scale. Not lousy movies. No, I mean artistically – a huge practical joke.

BILL: Hmmm.

JACK: I remember I had a wild idea for scaring the fishermen up at the cape.

BILL: You should have tried it.

JACK: I lost my nerve – and my youth.

BILL: Well, watch your sense of humor. Don’t lose that.

ELDRED: They don’t always go together. Is that it?


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BILL: No sonny, that isn’t it. Why get everything so wrong?

ELDRED: Somebody’s got to, (looking back at the others) since your always right.

BILL: (laughs) Gosh, this is typical! Three men alone. We begin with the devil and go to the dogs. Some conversation! Women and right and wrong. We’ve disposed of the solar system and started fighting. We’ve gone from girls to the Lord God and from God to jokes! Well, I’m going to bed. (laughs again, exits)

ELDRED: Tell me about scaring the fishermen.

JACK: I thought practical jokes were out of style.

ELDRED: They’re coming back.

JACK: I thought you hated them.

ELDRED: I’ve changed my mind…Tell me about the fishermen.

JACK: Just a crazy idea I had once.

ELDRED: Tell me about it.

JACK: Well, I was going to get one of those lobster fishing boats and paint the sails and everything black. Put in an electric motor. This would cost plenty. And cruise around up there on foggy nights.

ELDRED: Oh, lovely.

JACK: When I saw another boat-

ELDRED: Yes?

JACK: I’d anchor and go out in a dinghy. Electric too. Very muffled with a trick sound effect. Invisible rowing oars.

ELDRED: Yes, yes.

JACK: I’d sit in the back, you see, doing nothing. Black robe. Just sitting.

ELDRED: Marvelous.

JACK: Wait! I’d board the ship. Fishermen look. Tremble. I’m silent, y’see.

ELDRED: Yes.

JACK: I go up to the man at the helm, and say to him, “Do you know the time?” And he fumbles for his watch, looks at it,

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Re: Woodstock Celebrates - 2014

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BILL: (Turning quickly to Jack) What’s that?
JACK: Why does Eldred hate me?
BILL: Good night, Jack! You still got that crazy notion?
JACK: It’s still true.
BILL: It never was.
JACK: Did you see his eyes this afternoon? In the boat?
BILL: You’re imagining things.
JACK: The things he said to me? Did I imagine that too?
BILL: He IS rude. But my God, Jack. Eldred’s really a sweet kid.
JACK: Sweet! That God damn little-
BILL: Jack!
(There is a pause. Finally Jack gives a little shrug and a half-smile)
JACK: There, you see? We’re fighting over him.
BILL: I’m sorry, Jack. I-
JACK: I tell you, he’s a trouble-maker.
(Bill looks out the door)
BILL: Martha should be back tomorrow.
JACK: Be glad to see her.
BILL: She’ll be glad to see you. Didn’t expect you so soon. She’s got a lot of shopping to do.
JACK: Hope she brings a mirror. I broke the only one shaving this morning.
BILL: She’ll have everything in that old car of ours but a printing press and a dirt racetrack.
JACK: Lovely little light across there, in the sky.
BILL: Those things sticking up with the things on them are totem poles. Local version. That’s the old village.
JACK: Indians?
BILL: Very few white men on the reservation. The old Indians live over there. When they have a dream they paint it on a flag and stick it up. That’s the totems.
JACK: Aren’t many dreams.

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ELDRED: I want you to stop worrying Bill.
JACK: Worrying Bill? What will this do?
ELDRED: Give him a laugh. A vaccination, Jack – against insanity. (filling Jack’s glass) Another drink?
JACK: You’re a persuasive little bitch. (Eldred smiles, Jack raises the glass to his lips, still looking at Eldred. Then suddenly, he throws the glass to the floor. After a pause…) Something’s wrong! What do you want? Something’s wrong. This island – this Earth – it’s spinning backwards!
Bill enters quietly, pleasantly, suddenly
BILL: They’ve found the body.
JACK: Jesus!
BILL: No sir, Bill Flynn. (He reaches out to shake hands. As Jack reaches for it, he pushes it away and gives a quick punch to Jack’s belt. He jovially seizes Jack’s shoulders.) And how’s the ham actor?
JACK: (Drawing away) Leave me alone!
BILL: Here, what’s this? My gosh, Jack, have you gone crazy? What’s happened to you? You know I didn’t mean that. There’s no harm in a little fun. Where’s your sense of humor? A joke never hurt anybody!
(Jack exits to his room angrily)
ELDRED: Better leave him.
BILL: Gee, I’m sorry. My fault, too.
ELDRED: Your right, Jack is upset.
BILL: More then I guessed (He begins to cross to Jack’s room) I’d better-
ELDRED: Leave him alone for a few minutes. Have a drink?
(He seats Bill and pours him a drink)
BILL: Poor guy.
ELDRED: He’ll be a new man.
BILL: Thanks.
ELDRED: Now, Bill (Eldred blows out lantern) – What about the corpse?
BILL: Why put that out?

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ELDRED: I don’t like it. Now tell me about the corpse.
BILL: There isn’t much to tell.
ELDRED: How did it look?
BILL: The corpse? Been out in the water all day, over there in the shallows. Old Joe spotted her. They think it’s an omen – evil abroad.
ELDRED: And you think it’s human?
BILL: It’s inhuman. You should have seen that squaw. The man who did it isn’t human. A straightjacket’s too good for him.
ELDRED: Then he’s a lunatic, not a practical joker?
BILL: Practical joker?! Joke?! He should be shot!
ELDRED: maybe it’s something you can’t shoot.
BILL: Say, you don’t think the thing’s a spirit?
ELDRED: An unclean spirit. You believe in them.
BILL: No spirit would steal a corpse from a funeral.
ELDRED: Ghouls do. They raid cemeteries. They eat dead things. They feed on corpses.
BILL: Bunk!
ELDRED: Oh no it isn’t. You think the spirit world’s inhabited with slate writers and family spooks? It’s not as comfortable as that. There’s evil on this earth. In holy days, men fought it. There were charms and chants and bells and books and candles, and good men fought for good. But now they don’t believe. Vampires fatten, werewolves range, and witches go unburnt – they aren’t believed. Thicker and quicker flows the force and tide of evil. Strong, with a million years of momentum, since the great flaming fall when all the hosts of Lucifer showered down out of the sky like comets. Faster and faster on this reeling globe, night races day and wickedness whelms over good. Can you dam up a million years with disregard? Make peace with darkness? The powers of Hell? What do you grant? Only some phosphorescence and a floating trumpet? The devils, are they all delirium? The screaming demons – all D.T.s? Oh, no! Madmen don’t dream! These things exist! They are!
BILL: Inventions.

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ELDRED: Yes, men can make demons. And old wives tales. But demons cannot be destroyed! The evil that we do lives after us – the air is choked with it, the night is swarming with the demons of dead men. Sometimes you can see these things, in haunted houses or in madhouses at midnight, in moonlight, or feel them – an icy hand, a breath at your ear, or the brush on your cheek of a hairy wing. But they ARE –everywhere! This room is thick with them! Can’t you see? Sometimes you can. Sometimes they come to you! Crawling, creeping – up on you. You blink and look and there (Eldred points) – THERE! In that shadow! – or there! There, behind you! Or there – THERE AT THE DOOR!
(Exactly on the last word, there is a sound at the door to Jack’s room. Bill rises. Slowly enters the ghoul. Deliberately it comes out into the room, just as before. It moves past Bill, who stands gaping at it, crosses to the door going “outside”, and exits.)
BILL: Jack! It’s Jack! (He runs outside) Jack!...Jack!...Jack!
(After a long silence, Jack appears in the doorway, without his mask.)
ELDRED: Is he laughing?
JACK: No…he’s dead.
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Re: Woodstock Celebrates - 2014

Postby Black Irish » Wed Apr 02, 2014 5:18 pm

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(Jack exits)
(Eldred waits. After awhile, he blows out the lanterns and candles. There is silence. Bill enters.)

BILL: (hoarsely) Hey! Where’s Jack? What happened to the light?

ELDRED: It went out…So did Jack.

BILL: You were to sleep on the old cot.

ELDRED: He likes it in there.

(The drums are audible again)

BILL: I thought I heard you laughing.

ELDRED: It was only the wind.

BILL: The wind? You’re crazy.

ELDRED: You’ve said that once. If I’m crazy, what about Jack?

BILL: Now sonny…

ELDRED: He’s been acting queer, Bill. Since he first got here, this morning.

BILL: Eldred, don’t be a fool.

ELDRED: Will you please stop insulting me!

BILL: Eldred!

ELDRED: Will you PLEASE!

(The drums are louder. Bill looks at Eldred for a moment).

BILL: I’m sorry. (He puts on his coat)

ELDRED: I wish that squaw would hurry up and die.

BILL: Is it a squaw this time? Never mind, sonny. Soon all those poor old people will be dead…and then there won’t be any more drums…Look, Eldred, about Jack-

ELDRED: What about him?

BILL: I want you to be nicer to him. I’ve noticed-

ELDRED: Noticed? Have you noticed how he’s been treating me?

BILL: Oh, don’t be silly!

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ELDRED: (Stamping his foot) WILL YOU PLEASE STOP INSULTING ME?

BILL: Eldred, I…Oh, well…Eldred, you know what Jack’s been through. His wife taking opium and then running away from him.

ELDRED: No wonder!

BILL: Eldred, we’ve got to be nice to him.

ELDRED: (Suddenly) I think you love that man more then you love me.

BILL: (startled) What’s that? Of course not. But we’ve always been very close. He’s my brother.

ELDRED: You never miss a chance, do you, to remind me that I’m an orphan. An adopted orphan.

BILL: Please Eldred.

ELDRED: If it had just happened that you were my father instead of the man who beat you to it-

BILL: Please Eldred…I’ve never denied I loved your mother. But I loved your father too. And sonny, I love you. But you’re getting past the age-

ELDRED: You’ve tried to be just like a father to me, haven’t you? All those years of tucking me into bed. I have my mother’s eyes, haven’t I? I used to wear bangs, and we went on little walks together, and you taught me the alphabet. Yes, and Christ knows you taught me that litany. ALL THESE YEARS!

BILL: Eldred!

ELDRED: Shut up!

BILL: Eldred, you have no right to-

ELDRED: I have no right. I have no right to anything. Money, friends, anything. I haven’t the right to breathe, have I, my adored old stepmother?

BILL: Listen, Sonny, your mother and I-

ELDRED: My mother? You mean Martha – THAT woman?

BILL: Eldred!

ELDRED: She hates me. She hates me, Bill. It’s true. She’s jealous.

BILL: Oh, listen-

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