Waste - A Tragedy, In Four Acts by Harley Granville-Barker
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you may run up against is Blackborough.
TREBELL. No, all he wants is to be let look big ... and to have an idea given him when he's going to make a speech, which isn't often. WEDGECROFT. Otherwise ... I suppose ... now I may go down to history as having been in your confidence. I'm very glad you've arrived. TREBELL. [_With great seriousness._] I've sharpened myself as a weapon to this purpose. WEDGECROFT. [_Kindly._] And you're sure of yourself, aren't you? TREBELL. [_Turning his wrist._] Try. WEDGECROFT. [_Slipping his doctor's fingers over the the pulse._] Seventy, I should say. TREBELL. I promise you it hasn't varied a beat these three big months. WEDGECROFT. Well, I wish it had. Perfect balance is most easily lost. How do you know you've the power of recovery? ... and it's that gets one up in the morning day by day. TREBELL. Is it? My brain works steadily on ... hasn't failed me yet. I keep it well fed. [_He breathes deeply._] But I'm not sure one shouldn't have been away from England for five years instead of five weeks ... to come back to a job like this with a fresh mind. D'you know why really I went back on the Liberals over this question? Not because they wanted the church money for their pensions ... but because all they can see in Disestablishment is |
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