Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Woolf? On Edward Albee

Martha hates George loves George hates Martha loves Martha. George hates Martha loves Martha loves George hates George. Honey pukes in the bathroom dreams of babies. Nick says that’s disgusting dreams of climbing ladders plowing faculty wives vanquishing voluptuous Martha cuckolding insignificant George. Why don’t you try me again when I haven’t been drinking for ten hours he says but she says too late now you’re nothing but a houseboy. The rules keep changing the games keep changing the baby yet to be born is already dead. It’s late so late already morning we’ve had so much to drink. Earth Mother with no children no lovers no earth. My husband is a bog. A pig a frog a big bad wolf he’ll huff and he’ll puff.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been Virginia wrote to Leonard before sinking into the river with stones in her pockets. They found her hat and cane it was not a game it was three weeks before they found her body. I’m afraid of Virginia Woolf Martha finally says to George. It was just them it was Sunday morning. That was at the end.