Anne has just returned home after being fired from her post as
START: ANNE. I have been so long away. I am not myself.
EMILY. Sh-sh-sh-sh. You are home.
ANNE. There have been things I dared not look upon for the ache… Stars at night.
END: ANNE. ...While young men must endlessly prove themselves, we are kept like overgrown infants in the nursery of life, our talents wasted, our energy squandered on meaningless tasks, peering out at a world we will never know –
Polly Teale, Bronte, NHB Modern Plays, Kindle Edition, 2014, pp.58-60
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