Nay, Huff the good man at least
Was something alive, though snarling like trapt vermin.
But this? What's this for the figure of a man?
'Tis a boy's smutty picture on a wall.
Huff:
I was alive, was I? Like a blind bird
That flies and cannot see the flight it takes,
Feeling it with mere rowing of its wings.
But Shale — he's had a stirring sense of what he is.
Shouting outside. Then SOLLERS walks in again, very quiet and steady. He stands in the middle, looking down on the floor.
Vine:
What do they holla for there?
Sollers:
The earth.
Merrick:
The earth?