Vivian Bearing, an accomplished professor of seventeenth-century
I can't believe my life has become so... corny. But it can't be helped. I don't see any other way.
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I apologize in advance for what this palliative treatment modality does to the dramatic coherence of my play's last scene. It can't be helped. They have to do something. I'm in terrible pain. Say it, Vivian. It hurts like hell. It really does.
For full extended monologue, please refer to the script edition cited here: Margaret Edson, Wit, Faber & Faber, 1999, pp. 69-70.
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