But I'm over twenty one, I'm going to fight this war,
I've got to make up my own mind about it.
ASHER (extending his arms and putting his hands on GEORGE'S shoulders).
Something's upset you today, my boy,--you don't know what you're saying.
When you get over there and take command of your men you'll see things in
a truer proportion.
GEORGE. No, I can't leave it this way, dad. I've come to feel this
thing, it's got hold of me now, I shan't change. And I'll be thinking
of it over there, all the time, if we don't talk it out.
ASHER. For God's sake, George, don't speak of it again,--don't think of
it! There's no sacrifice I wouldn't make for you, in reason, but you're
asking me to go against my life-long convictions. As your father, I
forbid you to entertain such ideas--(he breaks off, choking). Don't
speak of them, don't think of them!
(TIMOTHY FARRELL Steps inside the doorway, upper right, followed by
BERT, and after a few moments by DR. JONATHAN.)
TIMOTHY. Excuse me sir, but you asked me to be letting you know if I
heard anything. There's a meeting called for tonight, and they'll strike
on Monday morning. It's certain I am, from the way the men are talking,
--unless ye'd agree to meet the committee this afternoon and come to an
understanding like.
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