The Night of the Iguana

by Tennessee Williams

Excerpt from Act III: Hannah

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I never cracked up, I couldn’t afford to. Of course, I nearly did once. I was young once, Mr. Shannon, but I was one of those people who can be young without really having their youth, and not to have your youth when you are young is naturally very disturbing. But I was lucky. My work, this occupational therapy that I gave myself – painting and doing quick character sketches – made me look out of myself, not it, and gradually, at the far end of the tunnel that I was struggling out of, I began to see this faint, very faint gray light – the light of the world outside me – and I kept climbing toward it. I had to.