Intermission
a creative coffee break from writing the play

Eternal isn’t as long as it used to be.

Brenda
As Bees in Honey Drown
by
Douglas Carter Beane

How do we know they’re not lying when they clap?

Effie
The Cherry Sisters Revisited
by
Dan O’Brien

The first thing I do, I give them water.

Carlos
Ground
by
Lisa Dillman

Kylie Tennant
Manly, New South Wales, Australia
March 12, 1912

Tether your dragon, man. It’s breathing fire.

so Deakin said in
Tether a Dragon
by
Kylie Tennant

• Sam
• You are so beautiful it hurts.
• Siren
• Yeah, that’s my thing.
• Sirens
  by
  Deborah Zoe Laufer

Anna Cora Ogden Mowatt Ritchie
Bordeaux, France
March 5, 1819

Get out of my house, you owdacious–you ruined–you abimi young woman! You will corrupt all my family. Good gracious! don’t touch me,–don’t come near me. Never let me see your face after to-morrow. Pack.

Mrs. Tiffany to Gertrude
Fashion (1845)
by
Anna Cora Ogden

We’re way off-story.

the Siren to Sam
in
Sirens
by
Deborah Zoe Laufer

I was born on Easter Sunday. The Titanic went down
the following Thursday. And why? Two Titanics can’t exist in the world at one time! When one shows up, the other has to go down!

Harry Hay
in
The Temperamentals
by
Jon Marans

To tell you the truth I expected much, much worse.

Mandy to Sarah
in
Time Stands Still
by
Donald Margulies

Just say ‘Mark Twain.’ People who say ‘Samuel Clemens’ deplete me.

Mrs. Fitch to Mr. Fitch
in
Mr. and Mrs. Fitch
by
Douglas Carter Beane

Mary Chase
Denver, Colorado, U.S.A.
February 25, 1906

If Harvey happens to take a liking to people he expresses himself quite definitely. If he’s not particularly interested, he sits there like an empty chair or an empty space on the floor. Harvey takes his time making his mind up about people. Choosey, you see.

Elwood, p.28
Harvey
by Mary Chase

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Rockland, Maine, U.S.A.
February 22, 1892

Shall I forget, then,
When I am old, I ever was a child?
I tell you I shall think of you
Throughout my life, without such tenderness
As breaks the heart,—and I shall think of you
Whenever I am most happy, whenever I am
Most sad, whenever I see a beautiful thing.
You are a burning lamp to me, a flame
The wind cannot blow out, and I shall hold you
High in my hand against whatever darkness.

Bianca, p.38
The Lamp and the Bell
a play in verse (1921)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay