ROSE
What's the matter with father? You can speak right out! An' with you,
August? What is the matter with you?… You've got cause, that you have,
August, to despise me. I don't deny that. No….
AUGUST
I don't despise no one in this world.
ROSE
But I do! All of 'em … all … all!
AUGUST
Those is dark words to me that you're speakin'.
ROSE
Dark? Yes! I know it. The world's dark! An' you hear the roarin' o' wild beasts in it. An' then, later, it gets brighter … but them are the flames o' hell that make it bright.—Martha….