Showing posts with label strain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strain. Show all posts

Monday, March 5, 2012

"Strain" by Westward Ho

            (A WOMAN dirties up the place.  She is speaking to---I don’t know, someone.)

WOMAN
I think your problem is that everything is always too clean.  Too nettoyé, as the French might say.

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Why would you --- ?

WOMAN
For your own good.  There’s something enticing, yes:  my movements, my discordant motherliness.  Get off that pillow, so I can rumple.  Promising, yes.  Set that dish aside; I'll smash it later.  But there’s too much of . . . or not enough ---

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Of what?

WOMAN
I don’t ---

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Restraint?

WOMAN
Certainly not!  If anything, it could be viler --- snappingly viler.  Restraint, no.  But strain . . .

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Strain?

WOMAN
I don’t know against what.  Hand me that filth.

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Look at me.  Look in my eyes.  Why don’t you choke on your --- ?

WOMAN
Really ---

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And get the hell out of my salon!

WOMAN
            (Arched eyebrow)
Salon?

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Parlor.

WOMAN
            (Arched eyebrow)
Parlor?  And you criticize my nettoyé?
            (Yawns)

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Get the hell out!

WOMAN
            (Arched eyebrow)
My my.

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            (Fuming)
I mean it.

WOMAN
The problem is that we’re here in the first place.

            THE END