Book//mark – 27 Wagons Full of Cotton & Other One-Act Plays | Tennessee Williams (1945)

”Vicarro: There’s a lot of fine cotton lint floating round in the air.

Flora: I know there is. It irritates my nose. I think it gets up in my sinus.”

”Vicarro: You’re soft. Fine-fibered. And smooth.”

”Vicarro: Yes. You make me think of cotton.”

”Flora: Please don’t touch me. I don’t like to be touched.”

”Vicarro: Twenty-seven wagons full of cotton’s a pretty big piece of business to fall in your lap like a gift from the gods, Mrs. Meighan.”

“You were starving for something you’d seen and almost caught in your hands–but not quite.”

“But you can understand my feelings, can’t you?”
”How blind of you not to see how desperately I want to keep you here.”

“Don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people? ”

“Talk to Me Like the Rain and Let Me Listen”
“I will read long books and the journals of dead writers. I will feel closer to them than I ever felt to people I used to know before I withdrew from
the world. It will be sweet and cool this friendship of mine with dead poets, for I won’t have to touch them or answer their questions. They will
talk to me and not expect me to answer. And I’ll get sleepy listening to their voices explaining the mysteries to me. I’ll fall asleep with the book
still in my fingers, and it will rain.”

“[The Writer silently passes her a pint bottle of whiskey.] Thank you, Mr.–?

Writer: Chekhov! Anton Pavlovitch Chekhov!

Mrs Hardwicke-Moore [smiling with the remnants of coquetry]: Thank you, Mr.–Chekhov.”

Tennessee Williams,  27 Wagons Full of Cotton and Other One-Act Plays, 1945 *