Dick from "Spring Storm" by Tennessee Williams

Not the kind that ties ropes around people. (He goes to the edge of the bluff.) Listen to those whistles blowin'. They're gettin' out now. Pretty soon they'll be settlin' down in their overstuffed chairs t' look at the evenin' papers. Gettin' the news of the day. Who went to Mrs. Smith's afternoon tea. What happened in Czechoslovakia at eleven A.M. Who's runnin' for gov'nor in the state of Arkansas. Ain't that somethin' for you, you bastards, you poor beer guzzlers. Tomorrow you'll wake up at half past six with alarm clocks janglin' like hell's own beautiful bells in your ears. The little woman will get her fat shanks out of bed an' put on the coffee to boil. At a quarter past seven you'll kiss her good-bye, you'll give her a cold eggy smack on the kisser. She'll tell you to remember your overshoes. Or to stop at the West End butcher's for a pound o' calves' liver. Don't forget, Papa. Papa, for God's sake don't forget to bring home that thirty cents worth of calves' liver. That's good, that's sweet of you, Papa. --Bye-bye! (He turns slowly back to Heavenly.) And they call that livin' down there. I got another word for it, Heavenly, and it don't commence with an "I"!