Indignation Page #4

So, "go along to get along."

That's right.

By allowing people

to stay part of the church,

and by extension,

the community,

the Puritan leaders were able to maintain

authority and political continuity. Yes?

Isn't that the same kind of hypocrisy

the Puritans claimed to rebel against?

(Marcus) Aren't they doing

the exact same thing

they accused

the Church of England of?

Well, Mr. Messner, hypocrisy

is a very strong word.

It is a strong word,

but as ironic as it appears,

I believe it is a word

that accurately describes

the political position of the

Puritans of the second generation.

(Sundquist) Pragmatism might

be an even more accurate term.

I do not now fool myself,

to let imagination...

...Jade me.

...jade me...

for every reason

excites to this,

that my lady loves me.

She did commend my yellow

stockings of late,

she did praise them

being cross-gartered

and in this she manifests

herself to my love,

and with a kind of injunction drives

me to these habits of her liking.

I thank my stars

I am happy.

I will be strange, stout,

in yellow stockings,

and cross-gartered, even with

the swiftness of putting on.

(Flusser) Jove and

my stars be praised!

I'll be revenged on the

whole pack of you!

Flusser's a real star.

You gonna come see

this thing?

You know as well as I

that Marcus is a scholar.

He hasn't time for frivolities

like the theater.

(Marcus, off) What is it that

pivots or turns a person

from existence

to non-existence?

For myself, perhaps it was

the unceasing movement

of Olivia Hutton's leg.

That night, I had to stay up

til 3 am to finish the homework

I didn't get done while I

was watching that leg,

rehearsing in my head how

I would ask my roommate

Ron Foxman the loan of his beloved

1940 LaSalle Touring Sedan,

building up the courage to ask

Olivia Hutton out on a date.

Weekday curfew

is 9pm sharp.

Okay. I will have her back by then.

Thank you.

Why are you

thanking me?

Uh, sorry.

And you're sorry because...?

I'm... just going to sit...

[giggling]

[sigh]

(Marcus, off)

Dear Olivia,

You think I've spurned you because of

what happened in the car the other night.

As I explained, it's because nothing approaching

that has ever happened to me before.

Just as no girl has ever

said to me anything

resembling what you said

to me in the library tonight.

You are different

from anyone I've known,

and the last thing you could

ever be called is a slut.

You're mature.

You're beautiful.

You are vastly more

experienced than I am.

That's what threw me.

Forgive me.

Say hello

to me in class.

You f***er!

Oh, I'm not the slut.

It's no fun

being in the hospital alone.

I brought these over

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