Anne is mourning her brother’s death and has been sorting out his
START: Do you ever wonder what our lives would have been had we never put pen to paper? Had we never been afflicted by that curious condition which must have you turn life into words.
END: Like breathing, they did it without knowing. They didn’t need anyone to hear. (Pause.) Why do we need someone to hear us? Why is it not enough to be?
Polly Teale, Bronte, NHB Modern Plays, Kindle Edition, 2014, p.86.
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