The Black Cat - A Play in Three Acts by John Todhunter
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Truth, truth--let me have truth, though it kill me! Men are cowards; they dare not face the naked facts of life. Denham. Men are poets. Facts are but the crude stuff of life. Imagination is all. Mrs. Denham. Oh, if you want romance, had you not better go and look for your Divine Mistress? Perhaps you may find some ugly truths in her too. Denham. (_laughing_) One woman is surely enough for the purposes of disillusion. It is too late to begin sowing one's wild oats. There are no dangerous women about. If there were one healthy women in the world--(_Crosses to picture._) Mrs. Denham. Well? Denham. You might have some cause for jealousy. Mrs. Denham. |
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