MAN
Or why there’s settin’ o’ the sun and risin’ o’ the sun?
PIERROT
Why is there setting of the sun and rising of the sun?
MAN
Well—I don’t exactly know myself. But I seem to figger it out this way. Think of what it’d be, I says to myself, if there was all just one long day. Always day and day and day. Always the same glary light starin’ y’ in the eye—borin’ into your brain—so’s y’ couldn’t shut it out from y’; so’s y’ couldn’t get away from it; so’s y’ couldn’t watch the shadders come stealin’ along, the sun a-settin’ and the twinklin’ stars a-comin’ out—and so’s y’ couldn’t stretch yourself out and sleep—and so’s y’ couldn’t all of a sudden wake and hear the birds chirpin’ and a new day come! Ah, it’s that, sir—it’s the comin’ of the new day that makes life the grand thing it is—the comin’ of the new day every day!
PIERROT (wonderingly)
The coming of the new day every day?
MAN
Just that. It’s a grand plan, sir! Keeps the world young. You try it.