In his youth, James Tyrone was an actor celebrated for playing only
I’ve never admitted this to anyone before, lad, but tonight I’m so heartsick I feel at the end of everything, and what’s the use of fake pride and pretense. That God-damned play I bought for a song and made such a great success in--a great money success--it ruined me with its promise of an easy fortune.
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What the hell was it I wanted to buy, I wonder, that was worth--Well, no matter. It’s a day late for regrets.
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. 152-153.
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