The narrator has lost their optimism. The list of every brilliant
Start: The list ended, just one hundred and seventy three thousand and twenty two short of a million. It was finished. So, I boxed it all up and threw it away.
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End: Perhaps Sam had been right. Perhaps I’d been difficult to live with. Difficult to love. But I couldn’t hear it from her. I needed to hear it from someone else.
For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Duncan MacMillan, Every Brilliant Thing, Paines Plough, 2013, pp. 71-72.
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