Edmund and his father are sitting in the living room of their summer
The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue.
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You look in their faces and turn to stone. Or it’s Pan. You see him and you die--that is, inside you--and have to go on living as a ghost.
For the full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night, Yale Books, 2002, pp. 133.
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