The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done įrom fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills įor you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding įor you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done President Abraham Lincoln O Captain! My Captain We'll sit in the back and sneak away as soon as it's over.Īnd I suppose you would promise that this would be the end of it.Join 473 other subscribers Search for: Archives You know what would happen if Chet found out? You come with me tonight, and then, if you don't want to see me again, I swear, I'll bow out. If you don't like me after tonight, I'll stay away forever. Then you wouldn't be here warning me about Chet.Ĭome on, Chris, just give me one chance. Knox, Knox, it just so happens that I could care less about you. Knox, you say that over and over you don't - you don't even know me! Well, you did Chet found out, and it took everything I could do to keep him from coming out here and killing you. Oh, but it's fine for you to come barging into my school and make a complete fool out of me? If they catch you, we're both gonna be in big trouble. Then you have to talk to him before tomorrow night.Ĭhris, you can't be in here. What about the play? The show's tomorrow night! You are not an indentured servant! It's not a whim for you, you prove it to him by your conviction and your passion! You show that to him, and if he still doesn't believe you - well, by then, you'll be out of school and can do anything you want. They're counting on me he'll just tell me to put it out of my mind for my own good. I know what he'll say! He'll tell me that acting's a whim and I should forget it. You have to show him who you are, what your heart is! Now, I know this sounds impossible, but you have to talk to him. You're playing the part of the dutiful son. Have you ever told your father what you just told me? About your passion for acting? You ever showed him that? We- But he's planning the rest of my life for me, and I- He's never asked me what I want! I- But he doesn't know! He- I can see his point we're not a rich family, like Charlie's. He's making me quit the play at Henley Hall. From the moment we enter crying t-to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. Truth like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.įorget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Oh, that's *excellent*! Now, give him action - make him do something! Close your eyes, close your eyes! Close 'em! Now, describe what you see.Ī sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
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