dearest laura hello goodbye in my desire to get away from that dreaded house
Dearest Laura,
“Hello – Goodbye!” In my desire to get away from that dreaded house and from Mother’s “Rise and Shine”, I left you. I am sorry. I am sorry for breaking your glass menagerie, but I hope you have moved. Blow out the candle, climb the fire escape, and find yourself a gentleman caller. Unlike you or Mother, I understand our Father. Just like him, I am bound for adventure. My life is worth more than working all day in that Continental Shoemakers for sixty-five a month. James O’Connor used to call me “Shakespeare” because I love writing poetry. I
never told you this, but when O’Connor visited the house and the lights went out, that was because I did not pay the electricity bill. I used the money to join the Union of Merchant Seamen. Laura, I do not regret my actions. I am sorry for leaving you behind, but I hope you grow up and make a life for yourself. The candles, the house, the glass menagerie: all have been a comforting escape from reality where you can ignore the real world. Now, I hope the candles have long since been extinguished, the glass menagerie broken, and the
fire escape used to escape the house.
Sincerely,
Tom Wingfield
Dearest Laura,
“Hello – Goodbye!” In my desire to get away from that dreaded house and from Mother’s “Rise and Shine”, I left you. I am sorry. I am sorry for breaking your glass menagerie, but I hope you have moved. Blow out the candle, climb the fire escape, and find yourself a gentleman caller. Unlike you or Mother, I understand our Father. Just like him, I am bound for adventure. My life is worth more than working all day in that Continental Shoemakers for sixty-five a month. James O’Connor used to call me “Shakespeare” because I love writing poetry. I never told you this, but when O’Connor visited the house and the lights went out, that was because I did not pay the electricity bill. I used the money to join the Union of Merchant Seamen. Laura, I do not regret my actions. I am sorry for leaving you behind, but I hope you grow up and make a life for yourself. The candles, the house, the glass menagerie: all have been a comforting escape from reality where you can ignore the real world. Now, I hope the candles have long since been extinguished, the glass menagerie broken, and the fire escape used to escape the house.
Sincerely,
Tom Wingfield
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Dearest Laura,
“Hello – Goodbye!” In my desire to get away from that dreaded house and from Mother’s “Rise and Shine”, I left you. I am sorry. I am sorry for breaking your glass menagerie, but I hope you have moved. Blow out the candle, climb the fire escape, and find yourself a gentleman caller. Unlike you or Mother, I understand our Father. Just like him, I am bound for adventure. My life is worth more than working all day in that Continental Shoemakers for sixty-five a month. James O’Connor used to call me “Shakespeare” because I love writing poetry. I never told you this, but when O’Connor visited the house and the lights went out, that was because I did not pay the electricity bill. I used the money to join the Union of Merchant Seamen. Laura, I do not regret my actions. I am sorry for leaving you behind, but I hope you grow up and make a life for yourself. The candles, the house, the glass menagerie: all have been a comforting escape from reality where you can ignore the real world. Now, I hope the candles have long since been extinguished, the glass menagerie broken, and the fire escape used to escape the house.
Sincerely,
Tom Wingfield
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