ADELAIDE: Certainly this is not the time, Claire.
CLAIRE: The time? When you--can't go any farther--isn't that that--
ADELAIDE: (_capably taking the whole thing into matter-of-factness_)
What I think is, Claire has worked too long with plants. There's
something--not quite sound about making one thing into another thing.
What we need is unity. (_from_ CLAIRE _something like a moan_) Yes,
dear, we do need it. (_to the doctor_) I can't say that I believe in
making life over like this. I don't think the new species are worth it.
At least I don't believe in it for Claire. If one is an intense,
sensitive person--
CLAIRE: Isn't there any way to _stop_ her? Always--always smothering it
with the word for it?
EMMONS: (_soothingly_) But she can't smother it. Anything that's really
there--she can't hurt with words.
CLAIRE: (_looking at him with eyes too bright_) Then you don't see it
either, (_angry_) Yes, she can hurt it! Piling it up--always piling it
up--between us and--What there. Clogging the way--always, (_to_ EMMONS)
I want to cease to know! That's all I ask. Darken it. Darken it. If you
came to help me, strike me blind!
EMMONS: You're really all tired out, aren't you? Oh, we've got to get
you rested.
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