H. A. Overstreet

Summary

H. A. Overstreet Hearts to mend: A fantasy in one act (1920)

PIERROT (grimly)
Nothing as easy as that in this house. It’s hearts to mend here!
MAN (slinging off his pack)
Hearts to mend?—oho—I do that, too! Truth is (confidentially) , it’s come to be my main business. For if you’d believe it, there’s more hearts to mend and souls to mend than pots and kettles to mend in this old world of ours. Fact, my dear sir, fact! (Sits down) And you can’t throw hearts away when they begin to show wear—now can you?—like you throw away an old pot? No siree! (Impressively) You got to mend ’em.
Source: Gutenberg

H. A. Overstreet Hearts to mend: A fantasy in one act (1920)

MAN
But if she’s good—
PIERROT (hopelessly)
Ah, that’s the trouble. She’s good. A man can’t live on goodness alone. It gets on his nerves.
MAN
And what else should he live on?
PIERROT (passionately)
Thrills—passions—longings! The kisses that make dreams—the touches of hands that make the songs come tumbling out of you—
MAN (laughing)
Oho, but it ought to be easy enough for a handsome young master like you to get those things!
PIERROT
It’d break her heart.
MAN (lifting his eyes)
Then you’re fond of her, sir?
[16] PIERROT (roughly)
Of course I’m fond of her.
Source: Gutenberg

H. A. Overstreet Hearts to mend: A fantasy in one act (1920)

That was long ago. You don’t understand, Pierrette. Women never do. Life to them is a little cage in which they sit all day [12] long and sing tiny songs about tea and muffins. Men are different. Put them in a cage and they sing for a day. Then they begin to droop.
PIERRETTE (hurt)
So you want to go away, Pierrot?
PIERROT (passionately)
I want to capture it again—the power, the thrill, the fire of song!
PIERRETTE
And you would capture it if—if I— (looking toward the screen which hides the crib) if we—were not here?
PIERROT (flinging out his arms in despair)
Oh, I’m a brute, Pierrette!
Source: Gutenberg

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature