Suddenly Last Summer and Other Plays (Penguin Modern Classics)
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These three dramatic works by Tennessee Williams explore the darker side of human nature and are haunted by a sense of isolation and regret. 'Suddenly Last Summer' is the starkly told story of Catherine, who seemingly goes insane after her cousin Sebastian dies in grisly circumstances on a trip to Europe. 'The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore' is a passionate examination of a wealthy old woman as she recounts her memories in the face of death, while in 'Small Craft Warnings' a motley group of people - including a blowsy beautician, a discredited alcoholic doctor, a vulnerable waif and two gay men - sit around a seedy bar on the Californian coast, each contemplating their own desperate fate.
CATHARINE: She’s right about that. I failed him. I wasn’t able to keep the web from – breaking … I saw it breaking but couldn’t save or – repair it! MRS VENABLE: There now, the truth’s coming out. We had an agreement between us, a sort of contract or covenant between us which he broke last summer when he broke away from me and took her with him, not me! When he was frightened and I knew when and what of, because his hands would shake and his eyes looked in, not out, I’d reach across a table and
suddenly, last summer, he wasn’t young any more, and we went to Cabeza de Lobo, and he suddenly switched from the evenings to the beach … DOCTOR: From evenings? To beach? CATHARINE: I mean from the evenings to the afternoons and from the fa – fash – [Silence. MRS HOLLY draws a long, long painful breath. GEORGE stirs impatiently.] DOCTOR: Fashionable! Is that the word you –? CATHARINE: Yes. Suddenly, last summer Cousin Sebastian changed to the afternoons and the beach. DOCTOR: What beach?
GOFORTH: But you see you young people, well, you reasonably young people who used to be younger, you get in the habit of being sort of – professional house-guests, and as you get a bit older, and who doesn’t get a bit older, some more than just a bit older, you’re still professional house-guests, and – CHRIS: Yes? MRS GOFORTH: Oh, you have charm, all of you, you still have your good looks and charm and you all do something creative, such as writing but not writing and painting but not painting,
again, Finnegan! What’s it this time, Blackie? BLACKIE: Is it true you’ve discharged the kitchen staff, Mrs Goforth? MRS GOFORTH: Yes, it’s true … Haven’t you heard about the inventory? BLACKIE: What inventory, inventory of what? MRS GOFORTH: I had an intuition that things were disappearing and had Rudy check my list of fabulous china, my Sèvres, Limoges, Lowenstoff, against what was still on the mountain. Half of it gone, decimated! And my Medici silver, banquet silver used by the Medicis
any Goddam thing on wheels!…’ ‘Oh, no – listen, lady, what’s your name anyhow?…’ ‘I’m just the one to do it!… I tell you my name? I’m going to tell you my name? What’s your name? I want your name! Oh boy, do I want your name!…’ ‘Listen, please, come on, now, let’s take this thing easy …’ ‘I’ve been drinking in this bar, and it’s not the first time you …’ ‘Let’s go! You raise hell every night!…’ ‘Every night! This isn’t the first time – I’ve been meaning to report you! Yes, I’m going to report