tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366247872817437865.post5136426678782273960..comments2008-08-06T17:05:48.784-07:00Comments on Adventures of a Playwright: Not so done and dustedKatherine Lyall-Watsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222951701477323673noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366247872817437865.post-31788528398036895002008-04-09T16:42:00.000-07:002008-04-09T16:42:00.000-07:00That's fantastic, Jim!Is this from one of your pla...That's fantastic, Jim!<BR/>Is this from one of your plays?<BR/>I love it.<BR/>Very apt.<BR/>KatherineKatherine Lyall-Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09222951701477323673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366247872817437865.post-44637415009784830782008-04-09T01:09:00.000-07:002008-04-09T01:09:00.000-07:00LARS SHEAR: Everything I thought was important was...LARS SHEAR: Everything I thought was important was there at the first. Each in its own way purposeful and inevitable.<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: That's how it seemed.<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: I thought I'd finished. Every relationship so beautifully essential to the cut and thrust of life.<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: You never have, of course. One finds oneself continuously refining things in their universe.<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: It never stays still, does it?<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: I must have done that at least ten times - gone back and renewed my acquaintance when I thought things would no longer change.<BR/><BR/><I>Pause</I><BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: I have a confession to make....<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: What have you done now?<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: I killed two characters....<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: What! You mean, dead?<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: Stone dead. Murdered them. Stuffed their mouths and buried them alive. The perfect murder.<BR/><BR/><I>Pause</I><BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: Crikey! Are you sure?<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: Wiped all trace. No DNA even.<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: I mean, are you sure they're dead?<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: Certain. I wiped them out. Threw them in the trash. Buried them where no-one can find them.<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: Not a skerrick of evidence?<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: I'm certain.<BR/><BR/><I>Pause</I><BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: I loved those two....<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: It had to be done.<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: [<I>Angrily</I>] You're a heartless bastard....<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: There are times you have to be ruthless.<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: They were so important to us....<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: Not anymore they're not. And to be frank, the whole place is better off without them.<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: How can you say that!<BR/><BR/>TWELVEMONTH: I can say whatever I like. You're yesterday's man, Lars. In fact, it's time I eliminated you. You're dead...<BR/><BR/>LARS SHEAR: what are you talking about? Help! Help! Mmmmmft.Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15553348616853683230noreply@blogger.com