The Piano

Stewart: What would you think if someone played a kitchen table like it were a piano? Aunt Morag: Like it were a piano? Stewart: It's strange isn't it? I mean it's not a piano, it doesn't make any sound. Aunt Morag: No, no sound. Stewart: I knew she was mute, but now I'm thinking it's more than that. I'm wondering if she's not brain affected. Aunt Morag: No sound at all? Stewart: No, it was a table. Aunt Morag: Well, she was very violent with the gown. She tore off a chunk of lace. If I hadn't been there I'd have sworn she'd used her teeth and wiped her feet on it. Stewart: Well it has not yet come to anything. Just a concern. Aunt Morag: Oh, yes, yes of course, a concern. Stewart: There is something to be said for silence. Aunt Morag: Oh indeed. Stewart: And with time she will, I'm sure, become affectionate. Aunt Morag: Certainly, there is nothing so easy to like as a pet and they are quite silent.

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Ada: [signing] I have told you the story of your father many many times. Flora: Oh, tell me again! Was he a teacher? Ada: Yes. Flora: How did you speak to him? Ada: I didn't need to speak. I could lay thoughts out in his mind like they were a sheet. Flora: Why didn't you get married? Ada: He became frightened and stopped listening.

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Flora: Actually, to tell you the whole truth, Mother says that most people speak rubbish, and it's not worth it to listen. Aunt Morag: Well, that is a strong opinion. Flora: Aye. It's unholy.

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Flora: I know why Mr. Baines can't play the piano. She never gives him a turn. She just plays whatever she pleases and sometimes she doesn't play at all. Stewart: And when is the next lesson? Flora: Tomorrow.

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Stewart: Where's your mother? Where's she off to? Flora: To Hell!

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