Can on a Hot Tin Roof

by Tennessee Williams

Excerpt from Act III: Big Mama

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Tonight Brick looks like he used to look when he was a little boy, just like he did when he played wild games and used to come home all sweaty and pink-cheeked and sleepy, with his–red curls shining….Time goes by so fast. Nothin’ can outrun it. Death commences too early–almost before you’re half-acquainted with life–you meet with the other… Oh, you know we just got to love each other an’ stay together, all of us, just as close as we can, especially now that such a black thing has come and moved into this place without invitation.