To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
--"Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold
[Young woman, mid-twenties (YW), wanders around a bookstore’s display of Christmas cards and wrapping paper. She begins to formulate her Christmas list.]
YW: [voice-over off stage] [content] Obviously I’d ask for books. It wouldn’t be Christmas without that.
Wouldn’t it be funny if I put “A man” and “Apartment” on the list?
Nah, parents wouldn’t find that funny.
What I really want is a plan.
Oh God. I’ll need health insurance soon.
[looks around wildly]
And a 401k!
[snatches a scrap sheet of paper]
All I want for Christmas is health insurance and a 401k!
[runs off stage, breathing into a gift bag]
- Diana Gabaldon, Outlander - Pg. 90