I don’t know which has plagued me more....

Quills

Renee Pelagie

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I don’t know which has plagued me more. His grotesque resume of crimes or their notoriety. When he mutilated that poor beggar, her backside forked through like a pastry shell, no one was more mortified than I.
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There, as they intoned the sacred rite of exorcism, they burned the very wood I had sullied with my behind!
(She dissolves into a spasm of tears.)
Oh, Doctor, forgive my hysteria, but I am a woman plagued!

Doug Wright, Quills and other plays. Farrar, Straus and Giroux (Electronic edition). pp.243-244.

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