THE GLASS MENAGERIE MONOLOGUE PATCH
I go to gambling casinos, I spin away fortunes on the roulette table! I wear a patch over one eye and a false mustache, sometimes I put on green whiskers.
I’ve joined the Hogan Gang, I’m a hired assassin, I carry a tommy gun in a violin case! I run a string of cat houses in the Valley! They call me Killer, Killer Wingfield, I’m leading a double-life, a simple, honest warehouse worker by day, by night a dynamic czar of the underworld, Mother. No, I’m going to opium dens! Yes, opium dens, dens of vice and criminals’ hangouts, Mother.
Why, listen, if self is what I thought of, Mother, I’d be where he is-GONE! As far as the system of transportation reaches! I go! For sixty-five dollars a month I give up all that I dream of doing and being ever! And you say self-self’s all I ever think of. Listen! You think I’m crazy about the warehouse? You think I’m in love with Continental Shoemakers? You think I want to spend fifty-five years down there in that - celotex interior! with florescent - tubes! Look! I’d rather somebody picked up a crowbar and battered out my brains-than go back mornings! I go! Every time you come in yelling that Goddamn “Rise and Shine!” “Rise and Shine!” I say to myself, “How lucky dead people are!” But I get up. It seems unimportant to you, what I’m doing-what I want to do-having a little difference between them! You don’t think that. Tom: What do you think I’m at? Aren’t I supposed to have any patience to reach the end of, mother? I know, I know. I hope they get here before it starts to rain.Male: "Tom" - Glass Menagerie - Tennessee Williams (1944) No vases to hold them? All right, I'll hold them myself - And then I - met your father ! Malaria fever and jonquils and then - this - boy. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. Whenever, wherever I saw them, I'd say, "Stop ! Stop! I see jonquils ! I made the young men help me gather the jonquils ! It was a joke, Amanda and her jonquils ! Finally there were no more vases to hold them, every available space was filled with jonquils. TOM: Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. Now just look at your mother This is the dress in which I led the cotillion, won the cakewalk. Possess your soul in patience - you will see Something I've resurrected from that old trunk Styles haven't changed so terribly much after all. Amanda Wingfield's Monologue from The Glass Menagerie. Mother said, 'Honey, there's no more room for jonquils.' And still I kept on bringing in more jonquils. Amanda Wingfield's Monologue-Tennessee Williams. All lacy with dogwood, literally flooded with jonquils! - That was the spring I had the craze for jonquils. lovely! - So lovely, that country in May. I took quinine but kept on going, going ! Evenings, dances ! - Afternoons, long, long rides! Picnics. Now, as Tom, I can motion to the stage manager in the booth in the middle of a direct-address monologue and, as if by magic, a slide will appear with an image of blue roses, or a basketball star, etc. Invitations poured in - parties all over the Delta! - 'Stay in bed,' said mother, 'you have fever!' - but I just wouldn't. When Glass first premiered in the mid-1940s, the technology didnt exist that would have honored Williams stage directions, which are extensive. The change of climate from East Tennessee to the Delta - weakened resistance I had a little temperature all the time - not enough to be serious - just enough to make me restless and giddy. Tennessee Williams’s autobiographical memory play looks at the WIngfield familyfrustrated writer Tom, his nagging mother, Amanda, who is often lost in memories of her Southern-belle past, and his painfully shy sister, Lauraand the effect a visit from a gentleman caller for Laura has on all their lives. I wore it on Sundays for my gentlemen callers ! I had it on the day I met your father. This is the dress in which I led the cotillion, won the cakewalk twice at Sunset Hill, wore one spring to the Governor's ball in Jackson ! See how I sashayed around the ballroom, Laura?
Something I've resurrected from that old trunk! Styles haven't changed so terribly much after all. Possess your soul in patience - you will see ! Amanda Wingfield's Monologue from The Glass Menagerie the complete significance of the scenes between the monologues is embedded non in themselves entirely but besides in the commentary provided.