Archive for January, 2010

551-8756: A Tale of Confidence

““Ah, wine is good, and confidence is good; but can wine or confidence percolate down through all the stony strata of hard considerations, and drop warmly, ruddily into the cold cave of truth? Truth will not be comforted.  Led by dear charity, lured by sweet hope, fond fancy essays this feat; but in vain; mere dreams and ideals, they explode in your hand, leaving naught by the scorching behind!”
   — Herman Melville, The Confidence-Man

The Play:

Synopsis:

Stephen teaches Jesse the finer points of confidence and picking up women at bars.

Characters:

Two characters; 2 men.

Vitals:

 Approxomately 10 min. run time. 

Writer’s Notes:

Commissioned in 2009 by Mind the Gap Productions. 

Productions:

2010 Mind the Gap Productions: Directed by Paul Kastner

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The Archeologist’s Lament (from Isn’t That Gneiss)

And from the ancient chases
Where the masons’ marble grew,
They excavated places
Four-by-four and two-by-two.
They scraped and scrummed in bitumen
With ergonomic tools
But all they found was gristly ground
O yes, and fractured fools!
Here’s a piece of Dirty Tom,
And here’s his middle finger;
Here’s his wife, his sordid life:
Dear God, man, why’d you linger?
Your house, your frame, your thoughts undone,
Your craft is obsolete;
But we’ll be here another year
Until your corpse is complete.

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Quotes from The Confidence-Man

“In company, she had a strange way of touching, as by accident, the arm or hand of comely young men, and seemed to reap a secret delight from it, but whether from the humane satisfaction of having given the evil-touch, as it is called, or whether it was something else in her, not equally wonderful, but quite as deplorable, remained an enigma.”

    “Ah,” he cried, pushing his glass from him, “Ah, wine is good, and confidence is good; but can wine or confidence percolate down through all the stony strata of hard considerations, and drop warmly, ruddily into the cold cave of truth? Truth will not be comforted.  Led by dear charity, lured by sweet hope, fond fancy essays this feat; but in vain; mere dreams and ideals, they explode in your hand, leaving naught by the scorching behind!”
    “Why, why, why!” in amaze, at the burst; “bless me, if In vino veritas be a true saying, then, for all the fine confidence you professed with me, just now, distrust, deep distrust, underlies it; and ten thousand strong, like the Irish Rebellion, breaks out in you now. That wine, good wine, should do it! Upon my soul,” half seriously, half humorously, securing the bottle, “you shall drink no more of it.  Wine was meant to gladden the heart, not grieve it; to heighten confidence, not depress it.”

And a link to the aforementioned Chapter 14 at project Gutenberg:

http://www.gutenberg.org/files/21816/21816-h/21816-h.htm#CHAPTER_XIV

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