Streetcar named desire
attenuates the atmosphere of decay. You can almost feelthe warm breath of the brown river beyond the river warehouses with their faint redolences of bananas and coffee. A corresponding air is evoked by the music of Negro entertainers at a bar-room around the corner. In this part of New Orleans you are practically always just around the corner, or a few doors down the street, from a tinny piano being played with the infatuated fluency of brown fingers.This blue piano' expresses the spirit of the life which goes on here. [Two women, one white and one coloured, are taking the air on the steps of the building. The white woman Eunice, who occupies the upstairs/lot; the coloured woman a neighbour, for New Orleans is a cosmopolitan city where there is a relatively warm and easy intermingling of races in the old part of town. Above the music of the‘blue piano’, the voices of people on the street can be heard overlapping.] Negro woman [to Eunice]: ... she says St Barnabas would send out his dog to lick her and when he did she'd feel an Icy cold wave all up an' down her. Well, that night when – A Man [to a sailor]: You keep right on going and you'll find it. You'll hear them tapping on the shutters. Sailor [to negro woman and Eunice]: Where'sthe Four Deuces? Vendor: Red hot! Red hots Negro woman: Don't waste your money in that clip joint Sailor: I've got a date there. Vendor: Re-e-ed h-o-o-t! Negro woman: Don't let them sell you a Blue Moon cock- tail or you won't go out on your own feet [Two men come round the comer, Stanley Kowalski and Mitch. They are about twenty-eight or thirty years old, roughly dressed in blue denim work clothes.Stanley carries his bowling jacket and a red-stained package from a butcher's.] Stanley [to Mitch]: Well, what did he say? Mitch; He said he'd give us even money.
Stanley: Naw! We gotta have odds! [They stop at the foot of the steps.} Stanley [bellowing}: Hey, there! Stella, Babyl [Stella comes out on the first-floor landing, a gentle young woman, about twenty-five, and of a backgroundobviously quite different from her husband's.] Stella [mildly]: Don't holler at me like that. Hi, Mitch. Stanley: Catch Stella: What? Stanley: Meat! [He heaves the package at her. She cries out in protest but manages to catch it: then she laughs breathlessly. Her husband and his companion hose already started back around the comer.] Stella [calling after him}: Stanley! Where are you going? Stanley:...
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