Summer Day's Dream

Maybe, but however you look at it – it’s a narrow life.

STEPHEN: I’ve never been on the Congo, but probably they had some good sensible ideas about life there.

HEIMER: It sounds okay, but they could talk like that on the Congo.

FRED: Chap who comes from Wiltshire way – breeds pigs. George says he’s no size at all – she’d make two of him – but he’s a

bossy little runt an’ he’ll master her in no time. Seen him do it already once or twice, George has.

HEIMER: (Solemnly.) If she was an American, my friends, she’d be quite a dish.

CHRIS: (With quiet fervour.) She is better than a dish.

HEIMER: (Solemnly.) If she was an American, my friends, she’d be quite a dish.

With marked charm.) My dear young lady – if you will allow an old man the privilege of calling you a dear young lady – forget you’re an official and take a little holiday. We’ll put some roses into those pretty cheeks of yours.

STEPHEN: Archaeologist? She might. The sexes seem to share everything there – except sexual life. But what about the second chap – the one who isn’t dark and Indian and hasn’t hurt himself, we hope?

CHRIS: (Smiling at BAHRU; with delicate over-emphasis.)

‘Be not afeared; the isle is full of noises,

Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears…’