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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

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"What can we do? We must live our lives. Yes, we shall live, Uncle Vanya. We shall live through the long procession of days before us, and through the long evenings; we shall patiently bear the trials that fate imposes on us... and when our last hour comes we shall meet it humbly, and there, beyond the grave, we shall say that we have suffered and wept, that our life was bitter, and God will take pity on us and we will live a life of radiant joy and beauty. And we will look back on this life of unhappiness with tenderness. And we'll smile. And we shall rest to the songs of the angels, in a firmament arrayed in jewels, and we'll look down on and we'll see evil, all the evil in the world and all our sufferings bathed in a perfect mercy. And our lives grown sweet as a caress. And we shall rest. I have faith, Uncle, fervent, passionate faith. My poor, poor Uncle Vanya, you have never known what happiness was, but wait, Uncle only wait. We shall rest. We shall rest."

From Vanya on 42nd street (1994) adapted from Anton Chekov's Uncle Vanya

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