Monologue

of a cracked illusion that confides in solitary life that he believes is pure. Haunted by self-doubt and nostalgia of a past life in the grip of a lover, he has locked the depths of himself away at the heart of the sea. Eliot conducts a dramatic monologue that centers on a reluctant middle-aged man who suffers from social…

audience to see that Ophelia continues to love Hamlet despite his mistreatment of her. Ophelia’s tragedy continues, as she never gets to hear for herself Hamlet’s true feelings. His meeting with Ophelia immediately follows his “to be or not to be” monologue, which was about Hamlet’s suicidal thoughts. So he knows that if he does something, if he acts, if he kills the King, he will take serious risks and may die in the attempt. If he chooses not to act, he will lose his self-esteem. Whatever he…

He held me in cold shoulders, caressing my dying body. A face that I once thought to hate and despise of, now brought me some comfort and warmth. I didn't fear him anymore like I used to. I just feared not knowing what's gonna happen to me, after I embraced it. Knowing possibly the truth of what might possibly happen, if I do really accept him. Where might he carried me to next. Am I just going to dissappear into nothing. Thoughts keep running rampant inside of my head. Keeping my mind at wake…

Monologue It’s still bright out now, in Baltimore 1893, and I can swear I hear mother calling “Hubert!” as I follow this funeral band into the Baltimore graveyard. I know she’s 3 miles away and that this isn't possible, but I know she told me not to follow this rag-timing parade. The dirges they sang and played were nothing new, but after that dead big shot was put into that grave, the same songs they sang became so syncopated, so ragtime, that my hands started shaking! But mother’s voice…

The ghost is coming to the realization that he is no longer a person. He is now a ghost and wants the audience to know the truth of how he’s been murdered. He’s in disbelief, while sleeping in his own orchard his brother poured poison in his ear killing him to take his place and take his wife. He is shocked and wants to let everyone know exactly how horrible his life has been ended at the hands of one who is supposed to love him his family. He starts to come to the conclusion that he wants…

thoughts are. Also, this scene serves as the climax of the show, and contains very intense moments. When people are as emotional as Doug and Beth are, in this scene, they cannot formulate long, coherent arguments. Even though Beth and Doug have long monologues in this scene, the thoughts inside of them are very short. B. Choices of Images Beth’s beauty has been like a ghost, looming over her for her entire life. Beth describes in detail, how badly her beauty effects her life, changing people’s…

My monologue tells the story of a nerdy loser who pretends to be a superhero called Hefty man who has a confrontation with an evil gang of bullies called the Cold shoulder crew. I quite enjoyed the quirkiness of hefty man as well as the low social status in which he held. I also felt from my past performances and characters that this is one that I would enjoy doing. Hefty man is an insecure loser who is constantly bullied by the cold shoulder crew. So, I was intrigued by the idea, that he uses…

Each of the monologues deals with an aspect of the feminine experience, touching on areas such as sex, love, rape, menstruation, female genital mutilation, masturbation, birth, orgasm, the various common names for the vagina, or simply as a physical aspect of the body…

At its core, Amulet is a work of remembrance. From start to finish, Auxilio Lacouture recounts her experiences with the Tlatelolco massacre. She testifies to the importance of the event in shaping Mexican history. Roberto Bolaño utilizes the stream of consciousness, a literary style focused on pure, subjective thoughts, to aid Lacouture. In addition to this definition, the narrative in Amulet bends the perception time to fit its themes about remembrance. Throughout Amulet, Bolaño demonstrates…

why are we walking today? It’s my birthday. Listener Sabi said I was supposed to join the Mass today.” At the questioning the elder man tensed. “Never mind,” she snapped, “but you’ll have to answer my questions one day. You yip and yap one huge monologue, but you never say anything useful. Maybe you should stop reading all those old books and actually do something with yourself. Tend to your wife sometime, yeah? Sally is not getting any younger! She’s already seventeen, you two should have three…