Long Day's Journey Into Night Page #6

How ugly they are. Who would ever believe they were once beautiful.

Now now Mary... None of that foolishness.

They're the sweetest hands in the world.

Come on Jamie!

The way to start work is to start work.

The hot sun will sweat some of that booze fat off your middle.

We're all so proud of you Mama, so darn happy!

But you've still got to be careful.

I mean you mustn't worry so much about Edmund.

He'll be all right.

Of couse he'll be all right

And I.. I don't know what you mean.

Warning me to be careful...

All right Mama. I'm sorry I spoke.

Here you are! I was just going upstairs to look for you.

I didn't want to mix up in any arguments, I feel too rotten.

I'm sure you don't feel half as bad as you make out, you're such a baby.

You like to get us worried so we'll make a fuss over you...

No, no. I'm only teasing you dear, I know how miserably unconfortable you must be.

But you feel better today, don't you?

All the same you... you've grown much too thin. Come on, sit down.

All you need is your mother to nurse you.

Because you are, you're still the baby of the family to me you know?

- Never mind me, you take care of yourself. That's all that counts.

- But I am.

Heavens... don't you see how fat I've grown?

I'll have to have all my dresses let out.

They started clipping the hedge.

Poor Jamie. How he hates working in front where everyone passing can see him.

Not that I want anything to do with them.

I've always hated this place and everyone in it.

But your father liked it

and insisted on building this house and I've had to come here every summer.

It was wrong from the start.

Everything was done in the cheapest possible way.

Your father would never spend the money to make it right.

It's just as well we haven't any friends.

I'd be ashamed to have them step in the door.

But... yo...your father has never wanted family friends.

All he likes is to hobnob with men, in bar-rooms or at the club.

You and Jamie are the same way. But you're not to blame.

I know it's useless to talk but...

sometimes I... I feel so lonely.

You've got to be fair Mama.

It may have been all his fault in the beggining but you know

that latter on, even if he'd wanted to, we couldn't have had people here.

- Don't I... I can't bear having you remind...

- Don't take it that way please Mama, I'm trying to help.

Because it's bad for you to forget, the right way is to remember then you'll always be on your guard.

I... I don't understand why you should suddenly say such things.

What put it in your mind this morning?

- Nothing, it just... well I... b... because I feel rotten and blue I suppose.

- Tell me the truth.

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