Well, well,--congratulations. It's a good deal of novelty, I
should say, and I've no doubt you'll have a considerable success with
it--people always like something new. I'm mighty glad--after all your
work, and I hope it will--set you up.
CLAIRE: (_low--and like a machine_) Will you all--go away?
(ANTHONY _goes--into the other room._)
HARRY: Why--why, yes. But--oh, Claire! Can't you take some pleasure in
your work? (_as she stands there very still_) Emmons says you need a
good long rest--and I think he's right.
TOM: Can't this help you, Claire? Let this be release. This--breath of
the uncaptured.
CLAIRE: (_and though speaking, she remains just as still_)
Breath of the uncaptured?
You are a novelty.
Out?
You have been brought in.
A thousand years from now, when you are but a form too long repeated,
Perhaps the madness that gave you birth will burst again,
And from the prison that is you will leap pent queernesses
To make a form that hasn't been--
To make a person new.
And this we call creation, (_very low, her head not coming up_)
Go away!
(TOM _goes_; HARRY _hesitates, looking in anxiety at_ CLAIRE. _He starts
to go, stops, looks at_ DICK, _from him to_ CLAIRE.
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