Andrew monologue (Act 3) — Beyond the Horizon

(_glancing at his hands_) That isn’t dirt--it’s good clean earth. (_He turns over the pages. His eyes read something and he gives an exclamation of disgust_) Hump! (_With a provoking grin at his brother he reads aloud in a doleful, sing-song voice_) “I have loved wind and light and the bright sea. But holy and most sacred night, not as I love and have loved thee.” (_He hands the book back_) Here! Take it and bury it. I suppose it’s that year in college gave you a liking for that kind of stuff. I’m darn glad I stopped at High School, or maybe I’d been crazy too. (_He grins and slaps_ ROBERT _on the back affectionately_) Imagine me reading poetry and plowing at the same time! The team’d run away, I’ll bet.