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6WUHHWFDUQDPHG'HVLUHUHYLVLRQ.H\&KDUDFWHUVDQGZKDWWKH\UHSUHVHQW6WHOODDQG6WDQOH\DQLPDOOXVW1HZ2UOHDQVSXUHHPRWLRQ'He heaves the package at her. She cries out in protest but manages to catch it: then she laughs breathlessly.'Pg 4 [Stanley and Stella]

'He kneels beside her and his fingers find the opening of her blouse.' Pg 90 [Stanley and Stella]

'The low tone clarinet moans. The door upstairs opens again. Stella slips down the rickety stairs in her robe.Her eyes are glistening with tears and her hair loose about her throat and shoulders. They stare at each other.

Then they come together with low, animal moans. He falls to his knees on the steps and presses his face toher belly, curving a little with maternity. Her eyes go blind with tenderness as she catches his head and raises

him level with her. He snatches the screen door open and lifts her off her feet and bears her into the dark flat.'

Pg 34 [Stanley]

6WHOODIDPLO\EHWUD\DOUHMHFWLRQRIIDQWDVLHVWKHLGHDO 'People have got to tolerate each other's habits, I guess.' Pg 37

'I can hardly stand it when he is away for a night When he's away for a week I nearly go wild! And whenhe comes back I sit on his lap and cry like a baby ' Pg 11

6WDQOH\EHVWLDODQJHUDQGEDVLFQHHGVVDYDJHVLGHRIVRFLHW\'He is of medium height and strongly, compactly built. Animal joy in his being is implicit in all hismovements. Since earliest manhood the centre of his life has been pleasure with women, the giving and

taking of it, not with weak indulgence, dependently, but with the power and pride of a richly feathered malebird among hens. Branching out from this complete and satisfying centre are all the auxiliary channels of hislife, such as his heartiness with men, his appreciation of rough humour, his love of good drink and food and

games, his car, his radio, everything that is his, that bears his emblem of the gaudy seed-bearer. He sizes up

women in a glance, with sexual classifications, crude images flashing into his mind and determining the way

he smiles at them.' Pg 13-14 [Stanley]

'He acts like an animal, has an animal's habits! Eats like one, moves like one, talks like one! There's even

something - sub-human - something not quite to the stage of humanity yet! Yes, something ape-like abouthim, like one of those pictures I've seen in - anthropological studies! Thousands and thousands of years have

passed him right by, and there he is - Stanley Kowalski - survivor of the stone age. Bearing the raw meat

home from the kill in the jungle! he'll strike you or maybe grunt and kiss you! night falls and the other

apes gather! In this dark march toward whatever it is we're approaching . . . Don't - don't hang back with thebrutes!' Pg 40-41

'God, honey, it's gonna be sweet when we can make noise in the night the way we used to and get the

coloured lights going without nobody's sister behind the curtain to hear us!' Pg 66

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necklace and earrings of pearl, white gloves and hat, looking as if she were arriving at a summer tea or

cocktail party in the garden district her delicate beauty must avoid a strong light. There is something abouther uncertain manner, as well as her clothes, that suggests a moth.' Pg 6 [Blanche]

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%OXH3LDQR 'HPLVHRIWKH2OG6RXWK/LJKW 5HDOLW\YVLOOXVLRQV:DVKLQJFOHDQOLQHVV /LIHLVDJDPHKDUVKDQG&DUGJDPH PDWHULDOLVWLF.H\TXRWHVIRUHDFK'The rapid, feverish polka tune, the 'Varsouviana', is heard. The music is in her mind; she is drinking toescape it and the sense of disaster closing in upon her, and she seems to whisper the words of the song.' Pg 69

[Start of Scene IX]'He crosses to the dressing table and seizes the paper lantern, tearing it off the light bulb, and extends ittowards her. She cries out as if the lantern was herself.' Pg 87 [Stanley and Blanche]

'And the searchlight which had been turned on the world was turned off again and never for one moment

since has there been any light that's stronger than this - kitchen - candle ' Pg 57

'I don't think I've ever seen you in the light.' Pg 72

'Let's turn the light on here so I can take a look at you good and plain!' Pg 72

'You lied to me, Blanche. Lies, lies, inside and out, all lies.' Pg 73

'I'll tell you what I want. Magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. Idon't tell truth, I tell what oughtto be truth. And if that is sinful, then let me be damned for it. Don't turn thelight on!' Pg 72

'The Poker Night. There is a picture of Van Gogh's of a billiard-parlous at night. The kitchen nowsuggests that sort of lurid nocturnal brilliance, the raw colours of childhood's spectrum. Over the yellowlinoleum of the kitchen table hangs an electric bulb with a vivid green glass shade. The poker players -Stanley, Steve, Mitch and Pablo - wear coloured shirts, solid blues, a purple, a red-and-white check, a green,

and they are men at the peak of their physical manhood, as coarse and powerful as their primary colours.' Pg

24 [start of Scene III]