5.03.2010

Just one more, I promise.

"Excellency, forgive me, forgive me. She thinks to dance with me on my wife's grave! And well she might!- for I thought of her softly, God help me, I lusted, and there is a promise in such sweat! But it is a whore's vengence, and you must see it; I set myself entirely in your hands, I know you must see it now. My wife is innocent, except she knows a whore when she seees one."

Oh, MY. Must read more Arthur Miller.

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