Start: When I cast my mind back to that...

Start: When I cast my mind back to that summer of 1936, different kinds of memories offer themselves to me. We got our first wireless set that summer--well, a sort of a set; and it obsessed us.

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End: Or maybe because I had witnessed Marconi’s voodoo derange those kind, sensible women and transform them into shrieking strangers. Or maybe it was because during those Lughnasa weeks of 1936 we were visited on two occasions by my father, Gerry Evans, and for the first time in my life I had a chance to observe him

For full extended monologue, please refer to the script edition cited here. Brian Friel. Dancing at Lughnasa. Dramatists Play Service Inc., 1993. Pp.9-11.