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Gregory, Horace: The Passion of M'Phail - First Monologue

Portre of Gregory, Horace

The Passion of M'Phail - First Monologue (English)

Do I have to prove I can sell anything?
You can see it in my eyes, the way I brush my hair,
even when I need a drink and can't stop talking.

Do I have to prove it with my two hands and arms,
lifting live hundred pounds above my head,
until the house cheers and something falls,
the plataform broken and the lights gone out,
crowds calling the police,
and child criying for this mother down the aisles?

If the park is beautiful and the day is warm,
I can sell the power in my eyes that makes life grow
where not even one blade of grass has grown before,
that is like sunlight breaking through
darkness in a small room,
that shines and pours and flows,
that is here forever when it is here
and is gone forver as sunlight drops to darkness
when it goes.

I could even teach millons how to sell,
how to own a car and pay the rent,
how to live as through you were living in the sky,
your children happy before they get too old.
If yoy do it right, you can sell anything,
even your face on billboards ten feet high,
your youth, your age and what you hate and love,
and it gets sold.

If you can wake up in the morning early,
if you cab teach yourself to catch the train,
if you cang hang out everything for sale,
if you can say "I am man,
I can sell asphalt off the street,
I can sell snowbright
dead women gleaming through shop windows,
or diamond horseshoe naked dancig girls,
or eight hours on my feet,
or twenty years of talk in telephones,
or fifty years behind a desk" -
you need not fail.

If you strong as I am, you can hear
yourself talking to yourself at night
until your hair turns grey:
"I am God's white-haired boy,
I almost love the way I sell
my lips, my blood, my heart: and leave them there
and no one else can sell such pity and such glory,
such light, such hope
     even down to he last magnificent,
half-forgotten love affair."

Perhaps only I can do it as it should be done,
selling what ramains, yet knowing that a last
day will come and a last half-hour,
or five minutes left imposible to sell,
the last more valuable than all the rest.



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