The Red Feathersby AA Milne
Format of Original Source: Play
Recommended Adaptation Length:
Candidate for Adaptation? Promising
FIDDLER. Isn’t it time to start?
SINGER. To start? Ah yes, we start this afternoon. Well, we have had a pleasant holiday and must get to work again.
DAUGHTER (eagerly). And I am coming with you.
FIDDLER. It is settled?
DAUGHTER. Oh yes, I think so.
FIDDLER. It is the best life. (TO DAUGHTER) Play something.
[As the DAUGHTER goes to the spinet, the SINGER goes out.]
(They play. When it is over, the DAUGHTER turns round and looks at the FIDDLER, and sighs.)
DAUGHTER. That is all you want? Just you and your fiddle and the open road?
FIDDLER. It is the best life.
[The TALKER appears at the window.]
TALKER. Aha! what did I hear? Did I hear our loquacious Fiddler perorating upon Life? “Life,” quoth she, with much argument and circumstantial matter; “Life,” she continued, making her points singly and one by one, thus keeping the business in its true perspective; “Life is–” (Lamely) Well, what is life?
FIDDLER. When do we start, Johannes?
[The DAUGHTER goes out.]
TALKER. Are you so eager to be gone?
FIDDLER. We have been here eight days.
TALKER. Eight days! And Troy was besieged for eleven years!
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