ANTIGONE -

Antigone
HAEMON:
Father, the gods implant reason in men, the highest of all things that we call our
own. Not mine the skill--far from me be the quest! --To say wherein thou speakest
not aright; and yet another man, too, might have some useful thought. For the
dread of thy frown forbids the citizen to speak such words as would offend thine
ear; but I can hear these murmurs in the dark, these moanings of the city for this
maiden; they say “Ever was there no one to die so shamefully for deeds so
glorious as hers; who, when her own brother had fallen in bloody strife, would not
leave him unburied," Such is the darkling rumor that spreads in secret. I, a younger
man, may offer my thought, it were far best, I ween, that men should be all-wise
by nature; but, otherwise--and oft the scale inclines not so--'tis good also to learn
from those who speak aright.

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Paul:
When I quit school, what I was doing was trying to find out who I was and how to be a
man. You know, there are a lot of people in this world who don't know how to be men.
Anyway, I started hanging around Seventy-Second Street, just trying to make friends that
were like me... Somebody told me they were looking for male dancers for the Jewel Box
Revue, you know, the drag show. So, I go down to audition, and they say to me : "You're
too short to be a boy, would you like to be a pony?"; And I said : "What's that?"; And
they said : "A girl."; "What do I have to do?"; "Show us your legs." So I went and they
hiked up my dungarees and they put on a pair of nylon stockings and high heels. It was
freaky. It was incredible. And then they brought me back downstairs and they said: "Oh,
you have wonderful legs." I said:"Really?...Terrific..."
 Picasso at the Lapin Agile… Gaston:
Well, Picasso, you're a painter; you're always having to come up with ideas.
What's it like? I mean, the only idea I ever came up with was when I had to
paint my shutters. I had to figure out a color. And I thought about it for a
long time. Should they be a light color or a dark color? For a while, forest
blue seemed nice; then, I realized there was no such thing as forest blue. I
started thinking, "What are shutters anyway, and what would their natural
color be?" Then I realized that shutters don't occur in nature, so they don't
have a natural color. I started to think about moving to a land where there
are no shutters and, frankly, suicide. But then one day, I said to myself,
"Green," and that was it…
Franz Liebkind:
You know, not many people knew it, but the Führer was a terrific dancer. (now shouting
with rage) That is because you were taken in by that verdammte Allied propaganda! Such
filthy lies! They told lies! But nobody ever said a bad word about Winston Churchill, did
they? No! "Win with Winnie!" Churchill! With his cigars, with his brandy. And his
ROTTEN painting! Rotten! Hitler, THERE was a painter! He could paint an entire
apartment in one afternoon! TWO COATS! Hitler was better looking than Churchill. He
was a better dresser than Churchill. He had more hair! He told funnier jokes! And he
could dance the PANTS off of Churchill!
 Like Dreaming, Backwards
Sometimes, when things are bad, I sit and make lists of reasons not to kill myself.
My mom is always at the top of the list. I love her, and I know that if I died,
she would be devastated. I try to stay alive for her sake. Next is usually my
little sister. She's had enough go wrong in her life. And it would be sad to die
without ever really knowing her. Next, I list friends of mine. But when you
want to kill yourself, sometimes it's hard to think rationally about who your
friends are.