Robert monologue (Act 3) — Beyond the Horizon

Yes; on all of us but Andy. (_With a flash of sick jealousy_) Andy’s made a big success of himself--the kind he wanted. (_Mockingly_) And now he’s coming home to let us admire his greatness. (_Frowning--irritably_) What am I talking about? My brain must be sick, too. (_After a pause_) Yes, these years have been terrible for both of us. (_His voice is lowered to a trembling whisper_) Especially the last eight months since Mary--died. (_He forces back a sob with a convulsive shudder--then breaks out in a passionate agony_) Our last hope of happiness! I could curse God from the bottom of my soul--if there was a God! (_He is racked by a violent fit of coughing and hurriedly puts his handkerchief to his lips_).