In no particular order:
Anything like a
holiday is out of the question for me. Must I endure in addition the insults of
a publisher for whom I am preparing, with unheard-of toil, a gigantic triumph?
Read “Mrs Warren”; and then blush for your impatience if you can.’
(Collected Letters Vol. II Aug 26 1897, to
Richards.)
EPIFANIA. When had you last a holiday?
THE WOMAN. Me! A holiday! We cant afford holidays. I
had one on Armistice Day, eighteen years ago.
EPIFANIA. Then it cost a world war and the slaughter
of twenty millions of your fellow creatures to give you one holiday in your
lifetime. I can do better for you than that.
(The Millionairess)
There
are
twenty-four concerts this week. Consequently I give myself a holiday; for if
anyone asks me what I thought of this or that performance, I reply “How can I
possibly be in twenty-four places at the same time?
(Music in London as Heard by Corno di Bassetto. 1 March 1889)
HYPATIA. At last.
Oh, if I might only have a holiday in an asylum for the dumb.
How I envy the animals! They
cant talk.
(Misalliance)
There are many more, but I think this is more than enough. We all need a holiday. Enjoy your summer!
No comments:
Post a Comment