The Night of the Iguana

by Tennessee Williams

Excerpt from Act I: Shannon

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Yeah, “Hah!” Last night – no, night before last, the bus burned out its brake linings in Chilpancingo. This town has a hotel… this hotel has a piano, which hasn’t been tuned since they shot Maximilian. This Texas song-bird opens her mouth and out flies “I Love You Truly,” and it flies straight at me, with gestures, all right at me, till her chaperone, this Diesel-driven vocal instructor of hers slams the piano lid down and hauls her out of the mess hall. But as she’s hauled out Miss Bird-Girl opens her mouth and out flies, “Larry, Larry, I love you, I love you truly!” That night, when I went to my room, I found that I had a roommate.