1. They talk about revolutions devouring their young. 2. I suppose you approve, Miss Smart-Face. He was becoming belligerent with the wine. 3. I had to fight for my life in the Hotel Berkeley. 4. Sitting there, ordering caviar and yelling at the waiter about the wine and being gallant for five minutes with Mummy and five minutes with me.
B) Find all epithets, metaphors and metaphoric idioms in the text. How do they characterize Annes speech?
Long Days Journey into Night by Eugene ONeill
E. (Gladstone) ONeill is an American dramatist (1888-1953). He achieved recognition with his first, full-length play Beyond the Horizon (1920), which won a Pulitzer Prize. Among his many other plays are The Dreamy Kid (1916), Desire under the Elms (1924), Mourning Becomes Electra (1931) etc. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1936.
Long Days Journey into Night was performed and published posthumously in 1956. It is a semiautobiographical tragedy portraying mutually destructive family relationships. Games Tyrone is an ex-actor. After the birth of their latest baby his wife Mary was put on drugs by an ignorant hotel doctor. Their younger son Edmund has got TB. Now they all face up to the tragedy in attempt to blame and to forgive each other.
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T Y R O N E: Mary! (He suddenly hugs her to him brokenly.) Dear Mary! For the love of God, for my sake and the boys sake and your own, wont you stop now?
M A R Y: (Stammers in guilty confusion for a second) I James! Please! (Her strange, stubborn defense comes back instantly.) Stop what? What are you talking about? (He lets his arm fall to his side brokenly. She impulsively puts her arm around him.) James! Weve loved each other! We always will! Lets remember only that, and not try to understand what we cannot understand, or help things that cannot be helped the things life has done to us we cannot excuse or explain.
T Y R O N E: (As if he hadnt heard bitterly.) You wont even try?
M A R Y: (Her arms drop hopelessly and she turns away with detachment.) Try to go for a drive this afternoon, you mean? Why, yes, if you wish me to, although it makes me feel lonelier if I stayed here. There is no one I can invite to drive with me, and I never know where to tell Smythe to go. If there was a friends house where I could drop in and laugh and gossip awhile. But, of course, there isnt. There never has been. (Her manner becoming more and more remote) At the Convent I had so many friends. Girls whose families lived in lovely homes. I used to visit them and theyd visit me in my fathers home. But, naturally, after I married an actor you know how actors were considered in those days a lot of them gave me the cold shoulder. And then, right after we were married, there was the scandal of that woman who had been your mistress, suing you. From then on, all my old friends either pitied me or cut me dead. I hated the ones who cut me much less than the pitiers.
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T Y R O N E: (With guilty resentment) For Gods sake, dont dig up whats long forgotten. If youre that far gone in the past already, when its only the beginning of the afternoon, what will you be tonight?
M A R Y: (Stares at him defiantly now) Come to think of it, I do have to drive uptown. Theres something I must get at the drugstore.
T Y R O N E: (Bitterly scornful) Leave it to you to have some of the stuff hidden, and prescriptions for more! I hope youll lay in a good stock ahead so well never have another night like the one when you screamed for it, and ran out of the house in your nightdress half crazy, to try and throw yourself off the dock!
M A R Y: (Tries to ignore this) I have to get tooth powder and toilet soap and cold cream (She breaks down pitiably.) James! You mustnt remember! You mustnt humiliate me so!
T Y R O N E: (Ashamed) Im sorry. Forgive me, Marry!
M A R Y: (Defensively detached again) It doesnt matter. Nothing like that ever happened. You must have dreamed it. (He stares at her hopelessly. Her voice seems to drift farther and farther away.) I was so healthy before Edmund was born. You remember, James. There wasnt a nerve in my body. Even traveling with you season after season, with week after week of one-night stands, in trains without Pullmans, in dirty rooms of filthy hotels, eating bad food, bearing children in hotel rooms, I still kept healthy. But bearing Edmund was the last straw. I was so sick afterwards, and that ignorant quack of a cheap hotel doctor All he knew was I was in pain. It was easy for him to stop the pain.
T Y R O N E: Mary! For Gods sake, forget the past!
M A R Y: (With strange objective calm) Why? How can I? The past is the present, isnt it? Its the future, too. We all try to lie out of that but life wont let us. (Going on) I blame only myself. I swore after Eugene died I would never have another baby. I was to blame for his death. If I hadnt left him with my mother to join you on the road, because you wrote telling me you missed me and were so lonely, Jamie would never have been allowed, when he still had measles, to go in the babys room. (Her face hardening) Ive always believed Jamie did it on purpose. He was jealous of the baby. He hated him. (As TYRONE starts to protest.) Oh, I know Jamie was only seven, but he was never stupid. Hed been warned it might kill the baby. He knew. Ive never been able to forgive him for that.
T Y R O N E: (With bitter sadness) Are you back with Eugene now? Cant you let our dead baby rest in peace?
M A R Y: (As if she hadnt heard him) It was my fault. I should have insisted on staying with Eugene and not have let you persuade me to join you, just because I loved you. Above all, I shouldnt have let you insist I have another baby to take Eugenes place, because you thought that would make me forget his death. I knew from experience by then that children should have homes to be born in, if they are to be good children, and women need homes, if they are to be good mothers. I was afraid all the time I carried Edmund. I knew something terrible would happen. I knew Id proved by the way Id left Eugene that I wasnt worthy to have another baby, and that God would punish me if I did. I never should have borne Edmund.
T Y R O N E: (With an uneasy glance through the front parlor) Mary! Be careful with your talk. If he heard you he might think you never wanted him. Hes feeling bad enough already without
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M A R Y: (Violently) Its a lie! I did want him! More than anything in the world! You dont understand! I meant, for his sake. He has never been happy. He never will be. Nor healthy. He was born nervous and too sensitive, and thats my fault. And now, ever since hes been so sick Ive kept remembering Eugene and my father and Ive been so frightened and guilty (Then, catching herself, with an instant change to stubborn denial) Oh, I know its foolish to imagine dreadful things when theres no reason for it. After all, everyone has colds and gets over them.
(TYRONE stares at her and sighs helplessly. He turns away toward the front parlor and sees EDMUND coming down the stairs in the hall.)
T Y R O N E: (Sharply, in a low voice) Heres Edmund. For Gods sake try and be yourself at least until he goes! You can do that much for him! (He waits, forcing his face into a pleasantly paternal expression. She waits frightenedly seized again by a nervous panic, her hands fluttering over the bosom of her dress, up to her throat and hair, with a distracted aimlessness. Then, as EDMUND approaches the doorway, she cannot face him. She goes swiftly away to the windows at left and stares out with her back to the front parlor. EDMUND enters. He has changed to a ready-made blue serge suit, high stiff collar and tie, black shoes. With an actors heartiness.) Well! You look spic and span. Im on my way up to change, too.
(He starts to pass him.)
E D M U N D: (Dryly) Wait a minute, Papa. I hate to bring up disagreeable topics, but theres the matter of carfare. Im broke.
T Y R O N E: (Starts automatically on a customary lecture.) Youll always be broke until you learn the value (Checks himself guiltily, looking at his sons sick face with worried pity) But youve been learning, lad. You worked hard before you took ill. Youve done splendidly. Im proud of you. (He pulls out a small roll of bills from his pants pocket and carefully selects one. EDMUND takes it. He glances at it and his face expresses astonishment. His father again reacts customarily sarcastically.) Thank you. (He quotes.) How sharper than a serpents tooth it is
E D M U N D: To have a thankless child. I know. Give me a chance, Papa. Im knocked speechless. This isnt a dollar. Its a ten spot.
T Y R O N E: (Embarrassed by his generosity) Put it in your pocket. Youll probably meet some of your friends uptown and you cant hold your end up and be sociable with nothing in your jeans.
E D M U N D: You meant it? Gosh, thank you, Papa. (He is genuinely pleased and grateful for a moment then he stares at his fathers face with uneasy suspicion.) But why all of a sudden ? (Cynically) Did Doc Hardy tell you I was going to die? (Then he sees his father is bitterly hurt.) No! Thats a rotten crack. I was only kidding, Papa. (He puts an arm around his father impulsively and gives him an affectionate hug.) Im very grateful. Honest, Papa.
T Y R O N E: (Touched, returns his hug.) Youre welcome, lad.
M A R Y: (Suddenly turns to them in a confused panic of frightened anger) I wont have it! (She stamps her foot.) Do you hear, Edmund! Such morbid nonsense! Saying youre going to die! Its the books you read! Nothing but sadness and death! Your father shouldnt allow you to have them. And some of the poems youve written yourself are even worse! Youd think you didnt want to live! A boy of your age with everything before him! Its just a pose you get out of books! Youre not really sick at all!
T Y R O N E: Mary! Hold your tongue!
M A R Y: (Instantly changing to a detached tone) But, James, its absurd of Edmund to be so gloomy and make such a great to-do about nothing. (Turning to EDMUND but avoiding his eyes teasingly affectionate) Never mind, dear. Im on to you. (She comes to him.) You want to be petted and spoiled and made a fuss over, isnt that it? Youre still such a baby. (She puts her arm around him and hugs him. He remains rigid and unyielding. Her voice begins to tremble.) But please dont carry it too far, dear. Dont say horrible things. I know its foolish to take them seriously but I cant help it. Youve got me so frightened.
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(She breaks and hides her face on his shoulder, sobbing. EDMUND is moved in spite of himself. He pats her shoulder with an awkward tenderness.)
E D M U N D: Dont, mother.
Commentary
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