Start: Until I was thirty-five there wa...

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Start: Until I was thirty-five there was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing remarkable about my life. My days were very like one of those baroque string quartets. Soothing. Placid. Repetitive.

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End: And it is then their lives begin. With a little pain. That is, if there is any understanding in them. You understand me? Yes, I think you do. Salud.

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Jane Martin, Talking With…, Samuel French, 1983, pp. 67-69.

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