Lawrence Lefferts: Mingotts at the opera trying It on
I dont think the Mingotts would have tried it on
Ellen: Old place of heaven
This dear old place is heaven
Shouldn’t have to slink about if she didn’t disgrace herself
Why should she slink about as if it were she who had disgraced herself
Newland: discussing hypocrisy that could bury a gender because of her choices
I’m sick of the hypocrisy that would bury alive a woman of her age
Newland discussing how women should be free
Women ought to be free, as free as we are
Discussion of living in a hieroglyphic world
They all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world
Discussing if dont stand together no society left
If we don’t stand together there’ll be no such thing as society left
Ellen discussing being a dull man
I think hes the dullest man I ever met
Discussing of loneliness living among kind people who only ask you to pretend
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!”
Who says it?
Truth, reality and life that belonged to him
Here was truth, here was reality, here was the life that belonged to him”
Marriage repitition and niece still wife
Marriage is marriage and my niece is still a wife
Archer not picturing his wife in that setting
Archer had not been able to picture his wife in that particular setting
No use trying to emancipate wife that doesn’t know not free
No use trying to emancipate a wife that had not the dimmest notion that she was not free
Marriage being a sacrifice
Marriave is one long sacrifice
Ellen: first glimpse of real life
You gave me my first glimpse of real life
Discussing being young and how much life left to live on
How young she is. For what endless years this life will have to go on
Beaufort covered her in jewels and then shame
Beaufort when he covered you with jewels, and it’s got to stay Beaufort now when he covers you with shame
Each time you happen to me again
Ellen
Had to look at gorgon
I’ve had to look at the gorgon
Ellen: Where is country
Where is that country have you ever been there
Dead dead for month repetition
I am dead, I’ve been dead for months and months
Turned to door torn muddy wedding dress dragging
“she turned to the door, her torn and muddy wedding-dress dragging after her across the room
All he and madame Olenska lovers
To all of them he and madame Olenska were lovers
May was right, her blue eyes wet victory
And you see I was right, her blue eyes wet with victory
Something he missed, flower of life
Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life
Real to me if didn’t go up
Its more real to me here than if I went up
