HARRY: (_affectionately, as_ CLAIRE _is looking with intentness at what
he does not see_) What does she do, Claire?
CLAIRE: It's rather clever, what she does. Snatching the phrase--(_a
movement as if pulling something up_) standing it up between her
and--the life that's there. And by saying it enough--'We have life! We
have life! We have life!' Very good come-back at one who would really
be--'Just so! _We_ are that. Right this way, please--'That, I suppose is
what we mean by needing each other. All join in the chorus, 'This is it!
This is it! This is it!' And anyone who won't join is to be--visited by
relatives, (_regarding_ ADELAIDE _with curiosity_) Do you really think
that anything is going on in you?
ADELAIDE: (_stiffly_) I am not one to hold myself up as a perfect
example of what the human race may be.
CLAIRE: (_brightly_) Well, that's good.
HARRY: Claire!
CLAIRE: Humility's a _real_ thing--not just a fine name for laziness.
HARRY: Well, Lord A'mighty, you can't call Adelaide lazy.
CLAIRE: She stays in one place because she hasn't the energy to go
anywhere else.
ADELAIDE: (_as if the last word in absurdity has been said) I_ haven't
energy?
CLAIRE: (_mildly_) You haven't any energy at all, Adelaide.
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