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O'Neill, Eugene, 1888-1953

"The Hairy Ape"

The gorilla, as if
he understood, stands upright, swelling out his chest and pounding
on it with his fist. YANK grins sympathetically.] Sure, I get yuh.
Yuh challenge de whole woild, huh? Yuh got what I was sayin' even
if yuh muffed de woids. [Then bitterness creeping in.] And why
wouldn't yuh get me? Ain't we both members of de same club--de
Hairy Apes? [They stare at each other--a pause--then YANK goes on
slowly and bitterly.] So yuh're what she seen when she looked at
me, de white-faced tart! I was you to her, get me? On'y outa de
cage--broke out--free to moider her, see? Sure! Dat's what she
tought. She wasn't wise dat I was in a cage, too--worser'n yours--
sure--a damn sight--'cause you got some chanct to bust loose--
but me--[He grows confused.] Aw, hell! It's all wrong, ain't it?
[A pause.] I s'pose yuh wanter know what I'm doin' here, huh? I
been warmin' a bench down to de Battery--ever since last night.
Sure. I seen de sun come up. Dat was pretty, too--all red and pink
and green. I was lookin' at de skyscrapers--steel--and all de
ships comin' in, sailin' out, all over de oith--and dey was steel,
too. De sun was warm, dey wasn't no clouds, and dere was a breeze
blowin'. Sure, it was great stuff. I got it aw right--what Paddy
said about dat bein' de right dope--on'y I couldn't get IN it,
see? I couldn't belong in dat.


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