Alone on a park bench, Betty tells the audience about her newfound
Start: I used to think Clive was the one who liked sex. But then I found I missed it. I used to touch myself when I was very little, I thought I’d invented something wonderful.
End: And I cried because I didn’t want to be. But I don’t cry about it any more. Sometimes I do it three times in one night and it really is great fun.
For full, extended monologue, see:
Churchill, Caryl, Cloud 9, Nick Hern Books, New Edition, 1989.
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