ELIZABETH: John, it come to naught that I
should forgive you, if you'll not forgive yourself.
**We struggle as did John
to find an identity
that is not shrouded:
a most persistent persuasion
of our separation..**
ELIZABETH: There be no higher judge under
Heaven than Proctor is! Forgive me, forgive me
John--I never knew such goodness in the world!
PROCTOR: God in Heaven, what is John Proctor,
what is John Proctor?
**Our self inquiry comes:
Who am I..?
What am I..?
I am..?**
PROCTOR: You will not use me!
I am John Proctor!
You have made your magic now,
for now I do think I see some shred
of goodness in John Proctor.
**His discovery appeared
on his horizon
as does our own:
Freedom!
Identity!
Peace!
I am...**
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
ELIZABETH: John, it come to naught that I
should forgive you, if you'll not forgive yourself.
**We struggle as did John
to find an identity
that is not shrouded:
a most persistent persuasion
of our separation..**
ELIZABETH: There be no higher judge under
Heaven than Proctor is! Forgive me, forgive me
John--I never knew such goodness in the world!
PROCTOR: God in Heaven, what is John Proctor,
what is John Proctor?
**Our self inquiry comes:
Who am I..?
What am I..?
I am..?**
PROCTOR: You will not use me!
I am John Proctor!
You have made your magic now,
for now I do think I see some shred
of goodness in John Proctor.
**His discovery appeared
on his horizon
as does our own:
Freedom!
Identity!
Peace!
I am...**
see Arthur Miller's "The Crucible."
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