Now pick up your right leg. Jill says this is a perfect place, and asks Alan if he would rather go home to his father. So you rode forth in secret? I breathe in…But I am quiet, I am a mouse. You think this hospital is suitable? You know what that word meant originally? He returns to his bench on the right side of the circle. And not just the old dead ones with names like Zeus—no, but living Geniuses of Place and Person! You may pick flowers and bring them back if you like, but you may leave them on their stalks, as well. The first part was said in profile, with a certain amount of professorial distance and bemusement.
Hopefully, he'll feel nothing at his fork but approved flesh. The boy was absolutely fascinated by all that. You shouted it out in your sleep last night. Scene 35 As Alan convulses in his office, Dysart throws a blanket around him and lets him cling to him. I rub it with my finger and it squeaks. By having sex inside of it, Alan would be desecrating Equus' sacred temple, his place of sanctuary. No one says that now.
Satisfied with their first meeting, Dysart asks the Nurse to take Alan to a private bedroom in the hospital. I didn't think it was that important. Jaime is standing at a beach when confronted by a group of bullies. Who does what behind whose back? Come on, that's a good boy. As each child steps forward, they grab it from behind and throw it over the stone.
. Feel free to do anything you like in this room. It is the ordinary made beautiful. The animal digs his sweaty brow into his cheek. My caramel skin is more green and yellow now. You were…were you my age? He spent hours with the horses, cleaning and grooming. Do you understand what I'm saying? Alan, sitting on his bed, gives the tape recorder to the Nurse, who in turn gives it to Dysart.
You're in your bedroom at home. I can do this for you, my darling Mary. But he suddenly begins to feel ill. In fact, we've always been a very horsy family. Dysart begins to interrogate Alan about the experience.
I look at pages of centaurs trampling the soil of Argos. You've got to tell him. I ask the mayor for one little rock—or, gigantic rock, to be more accurate—I ask for it to be removed, so that the good citizens of our upstanding town should not cut themselves on its jagged edges—and what response do I get back from the mayor? I am yours and you are mine! What desire could this be? That's what you want to know, isn't it? I see it in the broken mirror of the hotel bathroom. He tells Alan to sleep, and he does. He lifts the boy onto the horse—the actor simulates this by lifting Alan onto his shoulders—and they ride together along the beach, faster and faster, until Frank and Dora realize what their son is doing. You know how unattractive that is. I know it's Argos, because of the red soil.
Only I can ride him. From where she has been standing farther back onstage, Hesther reminds Dysart that Alan is in pain, and tells him once more to take it away. My mouth houses my voice. I would like you to know something. I'll see you when you choose to return, then.
It both sustains and kills-like a god. My dear, have you offered the doctor a cup of tea? Remember, : on the dot. He speaks to a black crow. He has been wrapping the camera for her, but has been distracted by her beauty. For the sins of the world. That stare of his isn't accusing you, it's simply demanding.
She sees herself in the mirror and does not recognize her face, filled with bruises. Have you thought about the husband? My body is no longer mine. He lets me turn him this way and that. A Dramatic monologue by Tara Meddaugh From the full-length play,. My desire might be to make this boy an ardent husband - a caring citizen - a worshipper of abstract and unifying God. It still means something, you know.