Monologue for Educating Rita
MODULE: English Literature.
ASSIGNMENT TITLE: Monologue
Stage directions – Upon arriving in his new office in Australia. Frank is wearing shorts, a short sleeved shirt and a handkerchief with tied corners on his head looking every inch the out of place, quintessential British man on holiday, slightly sweaty and flustered from the Australian heat. The study is small and untidy but quite reminiscent of his office back in England. Frank starts to unpack his belongings, putting books into shelves, he starts smiling oddly at a new copy of Roger McGough's poems, he opens the book and reads the inscription aloud;
Frank: I'm gonna be dead clever ear and say ‘Education is not the filling of a bucket, but the lighting of a fire.’ W B Yeats. You lit my fire Frank. Maybe you'll understand this now... Rita Frank: W B Yeats, Thanks for reminding me Rita ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ springs to mind again! The musings of a middle aged man like myself. I lost the appetite for being a poet long ago and now all I have left is nothing except the acrid taste of whisky in my mouth....
Stage directions – Franks voice trails off with a sigh. He places the book on his desk with a small smile and continues to unpack. Unpacks the nude painting. Examines the painting and laughs.
Frank – Ha look at those tits!
Stage directions – Hangs painting on the wall, stares for a while musing with his hands on his hips then walks over to the window, sitting on the ledge looking outside, pondering.
Frank – My, how I was intellectually seduced by her. She never conformed to what students were meant to be, let alone a woman! She never had a classical education yet she was incredibly intelligent without realising it, I fell in love with that, I found that an enduring and rare quality that I wanted to nature. But I had to make her conform to pass her exams, I never wanted to, I never wanted to take away the bit about her that I loved in order to achieve what she wanted, that was selfish
ASSIGNMENT TITLE: Monologue
Stage directions – Upon arriving in his new office in Australia. Frank is wearing shorts, a short sleeved shirt and a handkerchief with tied corners on his head looking every inch the out of place, quintessential British man on holiday, slightly sweaty and flustered from the Australian heat. The study is small and untidy but quite reminiscent of his office back in England. Frank starts to unpack his belongings, putting books into shelves, he starts smiling oddly at a new copy of Roger McGough's poems, he opens the book and reads the inscription aloud;
Frank: I'm gonna be dead clever ear and say ‘Education is not the filling of a bucket, but the lighting of a fire.’ W B Yeats. You lit my fire Frank. Maybe you'll understand this now... Rita Frank: W B Yeats, Thanks for reminding me Rita ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ springs to mind again! The musings of a middle aged man like myself. I lost the appetite for being a poet long ago and now all I have left is nothing except the acrid taste of whisky in my mouth....
Stage directions – Franks voice trails off with a sigh. He places the book on his desk with a small smile and continues to unpack. Unpacks the nude painting. Examines the painting and laughs.
Frank – Ha look at those tits!
Stage directions – Hangs painting on the wall, stares for a while musing with his hands on his hips then walks over to the window, sitting on the ledge looking outside, pondering.
Frank – My, how I was intellectually seduced by her. She never conformed to what students were meant to be, let alone a woman! She never had a classical education yet she was incredibly intelligent without realising it, I fell in love with that, I found that an enduring and rare quality that I wanted to nature. But I had to make her conform to pass her exams, I never wanted to, I never wanted to take away the bit about her that I loved in order to achieve what she wanted, that was selfish