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1 TA BLE OF CONTENTS Hubert & Dora, by Jamsie, published in The Clario n newspaper, Port of Spain Introduction. These five texts were published in the labour leaning newspaper The Clarion, in Port of Spain, Trinidad, in 1956. (These newspapers are held by the National Archives of T&T.) These columns are the only ones I have found thus far ; it is possible that these were the only ones published. They follow the long local tradition of conversations between characters usuall y one or more speaking in some variety of Trinidad & Tobago English Creole. (See other examples in Winer 1993.) They are meant to be amusing to the reader, but also serious commentary, in this case touching on oldage pensions, making a living, gender dif ferences, events in local and global politics, social class, appropriate dress, and the rights of poor people. Although some of the misspellings are gratuitous and intended to amuse by implication of lack of education, the language (when read aloud) is re markably accurate as one of the many varieties of EC used in Trinidad, then and (to a lesser extent) now. Readers are directed to the Dictionary of the English/Creole of Trinidad & Tobago (Winer 2009) for help with lexical comprehension, as well as Wine r (1993) for a linguistic overview. References Winer, Lise (1993). Varieties of English around the World: Trinidad and Tobago. Amsterdam: John Benjamins Publishing. Winer, Lise (2009). Dictionary of the English/Creole of Trinidad & Tobago. Montreal: McGillQueens University Press. TEXT #1. How ole yo is? October 3, 1956 Original version 2 English version 3 TEXT #2. Wha yo doin? October 20, 1956 Original version 4 Note on the Spelling Games of the Pierrot Grenade 5 English version 5 TEXT #3. Ba look a she, na. October 27, 1956 Original version 7 English version 8 TEXT #4. Melly ent dead yet? November 3, 1956 Original version 10 English version 11 TEXT #5. Dora, chile, tings bad. November 3, 1956 [possible error] Original version 12 English version 13


2 TEXT #1. HUBERT and DORA b y JAMSIE The Clarion 13 Octo ber 1956 DORA: How ole yo is? HUBERT: Ole nough ter get a pension. DORA: Yo apply? HUBERT: Apply? Ah cause nough trouble foh a whol year, an Ah rite back whey Ah is, sellin fruits on dis pavement. DORA: Dey tun yo down? HUBERT: Wors dan dat. A lil agen an dey woulda deprive me a ma means a livin wid de questions dey arsk. DORA: Wha yo sayin? HUBERT: Ah arsk yo. Can a man liv decent on twelve dollahs a munt? DORA: Ah livin on eleven meself. HUBERT: Dat ent de question. DORA: Man or woman, it doan matter. HUBERT: Das whey yo wron. DORA: Is alweys so. A man alweys believin dat he mus hav moh comforts dan a woman. HUBERT: Hush na. We talkin bout strait livin, not comforts. DORA: So dey tun yo down? HUBERT: Wor s dan dat. Dey investigate ma til Ah tought Ah was goin be arres an charge in cort. DORA: Wha? HUBERT: Ah tellin yo. Dey fin out me age better dan Ah did know it meself. Ah pars dat tes orite. Den dey start talkin bout ma income. Den dey tell me dat as Ah earnin twelve dollahs an old age pension is nine dollahs, dat Ah ent liable foh help at all. DORA: So wha yo did? HUBERT: Jus wh Ah doin now. Ah continue ter sell fruits so as Ah could be independen an keep me self respeck. DORA: Is all wron. HUBERT: Wen yo ole, yo ole. Dey should respeck ole pipple who tryin hard ter help demselves, an giv dem de nine dollahs too, once dey is pars de ag e foh it. DORA: Com ter tin at it, Ah dosen know wha Ah goin ter do meself wen Ah pars de age foh pension. HUBERT: Yo look ter me like yo pars dat age long long time. DORA: Wha? Das ma lumbago. Ah ent lookin ma bes lately. HUBERT: Anyway, chile, as long as you mekin nine dollahs or moh a munt, down waste yo time arskin foh ole age pension, foh yo ent goin get it. DORA: Ba dey hava rite1 ter help we, eef we ready ter help weself. HUBERT: Yo wastin yo breat. Pray foh strenk an face de en wen it com.... GET YO GREEN POMSIETAY2! 1 rite Right , or as here, duty 2 p omsietay Pomsitay the prickly fruit of Spondias dulcis usually pickled or brined when green as a popular snack .


3 Text 1, English Version DORA: How old are you? HUBERT: Old enough to get a pension. DORA: You apply? HUBERT: Apply? I caused a lot of trouble for a whole year, and Im right back where I am, selling fruits on th is pavement. DORA: They turn you down? HUBERT: Worse than that. A little more and they would have deprived me of my means of living with the questions they ask. DORA: What are you saying? HUBERT: I ask you. Can a man live decently on twelve dollars a month? DORA: Im living on eleven myself. HUBERT: Thats not the question. DORA: Man or woman, it doesnt matter. HUBERT: Thats where youre wrong. DORA: Its always so. A man always believes that he must have more comforts than a woman. HUBERT: Hush na Were talking about straight living, not comforts. DORA: So they turned you down? HUBERT: Worse than that. They investigated me til I thought I was going to be arrested and charged in court. DORA: What? H UBERT: Im telling you. They found out my age better than I knew it myself. I passed that test all right. Then they started talking about my income. Then they told me that as Im earning twelve dollars and old age pension is nine dollars, that Im not liable [eligible] for help at all. DORA: So wha t did you do? HUBERT: Jus t what Im doing now. I continue to sell fruits so as I could be independent and keep my self respect. DORA: I ts all wrong HUBERT: Wh en yo ure old, yo ure old. They should respect old people who are trying hard to help thems elves, and give them the nine dollars too, once theyve passed the age for it. DORA: Com e to think on it, I don t know what I m going to do myself when I pass the age for pension. HUBERT: Yo u look to me like you passed that age a long long time ago. DORA: What ? Thats my lumbago. Im not looking my best lately. HUBERT: Anyway, child as long as youre making nine dollars or more a month, dont waste your time asking for old age pension, for youre not going to get it. D ORA: B ut they have a duty to hel p us, if were ready to help ourselves. HUBERT: Yo ure wasting your breath. Pray for strength and face the end when it comes... GET YOUR GREEN POMSIETAY!


4 Text #2, HUBERT and DORA by JAMSIE T he Clarion, October 20, 1956 HUBERT: Wha yo doin? DORA: Ah readin de paper. HUBERT: Ah diden know yo could read. DORA: Uh huh. Ah had a lil schoolin wen Ah wus a chile. HUBERT: Yo done rite too? DORA: No. De holin a de pensil dose trouble ma. HUBERT: Yo could see wid dem spe ktackles? DORA: Well yes, na. Wha yo tink Ah wearin dem foh. HUBERT: Ah tought dey was foh de sun. DORA: Na. Dey is seein specktackles. HUBERT: Wha yo readin? DORA: Poleeticks. HUBERT: Yo hav time. DORA: Day dose hav some big words mix up in it. HUBERT: How big? DORA: Like di s one in doctreen nation. HUBERT: It big nough. DORA: Ah wonder wha it mean. HUBERT: Lemme brek it dosn. DORA: How yo mean? HUBERT: Like dis. Lewwe study de in fus. DORA: De in? HUBERT: Yes, na. Yo knows wen yo go in a house? Well, is de same in self. DORA: Is so? HUBERT: Suttinly. DORA: Den we has de doctreen. HUBERT: Is wha a preacher dose giv frum de poolpit. DORA: Ba dis doan consarn a preacher. HUBERT: It doan matter. Yo carn change a word becos differen pipple wan ter use it. DROA: Yo sure? HUBERT: Suttinly. Now we has de tird part nation Like de English nation or de American nation. DORA: Ba wha de whol word mean? HUBERT: Doan rush ma. Lewwe tek de tree parts togedder now. Indoctreen nation. DORA: Well? HUBERT: Well, wh a? DORA: Well, wha it mean? HUBERT: Ah tell yo not ter rush ma. DORA: Ah ent rushin yo. Is eider yo knows or yo dosen know. HUBERT: In doctreen nation is to put sumtin in de nation. DORA: Dat soun kina foolish. HUBERT: Is so wid big pipple, dey dose do tings in a big way, an sumtimes is confusin ter de likes a all we. DORA: Is easy ter do?


5 HUBERT: Easy? Yo tink dat tings dat mix up wid a nation is easy? DORA: Ah ent knows. HUBERT: All tings dat consarn a nation is hard. DORA: Dis in doctreen nation is a good ting? HUBERT: Ah dosen know. It all depen on whoever doin de preachin. Note on the Spelling Games of the Pierrot Grenade The Pierrot Grenade is a Carnival mas(querade), currently rare. Older ones wore wire mesh based face masks; modern ones still carry a whip and are covered with many strips of cloth sewn to a backing. They perform characteristic verbal duelling and recitations, originally in Patwa (French Creole) but now almost entirely in English. The exercise that Hubert carries out with indoctrination is a typical Pierrot Grenade spelling strategy, in which semiintelligible parts of words are analysed and commented on, often in reference to current events and individuals. Text 2, English Version HUBERT: Wha t are you doing? DORA: Im reading the paper. HUBERT: I didnt know you c ould read. DORA: Uh huh. I had a little schooling when I was a child. HUBERT: Yo u wrote too? DORA: No. The holding of the pencil troubles me. HUBERT: Yo u could see wi th thos e spectacles? DORA: Well yes, na. Wha t do you think Im wearing them for. H UBERT: I thought they were for the sun. DORA: No Theyre seeing spectacles. HUBERT: Wha t are you reading? DORA: Pol itics. HUBERT: Yo u have time DORA: They have some big words mixed up in it. HUBERT : How big? DORA: Like th is one in doctr ine nation. HUBERT: It s big e nough [Its pretty big.] DORA: I wonder what it means. HUBERT: Let me break it down. DORA: What do you mean? HUBERT: Like th is. Le ts study the in first. DORA: Th e in? HUBERT: Yes, na. Yo u know when yo u go in a house? Well, i ts th e same in itself. DORA: That s so? HUBERT: Certainly


6 DORA: Then we have the doctrine. HUBERT: I ts what a preacher giv es fro m the pulpit. DORA: But this doesnt concern a preacher. HUBERT: It do es nt matter. Yo u ca nt change a word because different people want to use it. DROA: Yo u sure? HUBERT: Certainly. Now we have th e third part nation Like the English nation or the American nation. DORA: But what does the whole word mean? HUBERT: Dont rush me Le ts t ake the three parts togeth er now. Indoctr ine nation. DORA: Well? HUBERT: Well, what ? DORA: Well, wha t does it mean? HUBERT: I told you not to rush me. DORA: Im not rushing you. Either you know or you dont know. HUBERT: In doctr ine nat ion is to put s omething in th e nation. DORA: That sounds kind of foolish. HUBERT: I t s so wi th big people, they do things in a big way, and sometimes its confusing to the likes of us. DORA: I ts easy to do? HUBERT: Easy? Yo u think that things that are mixed up with a nation are easy? DORA: I dont know. HUBERT: All things that concern a nation are hard. DORA: Thi s in doctr ine nation i ts a good thing? HUBERT: I dont know. It all depends on whoever s doing the preaching.


7 Text #3, HUBERT and DORA b y JAMSIE The Clarion, October 27, 1956 DORA: Ba look a she, na. HUBERT: Is a nice young ting. DORA: Trus a man ter ony see looks. HUBERT: Well wha else yo expec ma ter see? DORA: De way she dress. Is disgustin. HUBERT: Wha wron wid de way s he dress? It ony showin she up a lil. DORA: As eef dat ent nough. She hav no shame. HUBERT: She ent do nuttin wron. She ony walkin down de street wearin she cloes. DORA: Das jus it. She com frum good class an she wearin hardly nuttin. HUBE RT: Wha class got ter do wid wha she wearin? DORA: Class hav evryting ter do wid wha a woman wearin eef she wants ter be respected. HUBERT: Is so? DORA: Well diden yo knows dat? Doan yo wear cloes? HUBERT: Ony becos Ah has ter. DORA: Yo doan ca re wedder yo is respeckable or not? HUBERT: A man in my condition carn worry bout eef he respeckable, wen Ah carn efen buy a pair of shoes, much less get dem on ma feet. DORA: We ent talkin bout feet. HUBERT: Dey is part a yo body. DORA: Body is body, an feet is feet. HUBERT: Is all one piece. DORA: Yo wans ter quarrel? HUBERT: Ah ony statin facks. DORA: Anyways dat young gerl should know better dan ter parade de streets dress de way she wus. She ony lowerin sheself. HUBERT: She wus ony keepin co ol. DORA: She suttinly wasen keepin she class. HUBERT: Ba wha class got ter do wid it? DORA: Evryting. Yo has ter dress accordin ter class. HUBERT: Class never consarn ma wenever Ah dose put on ma cloes, becos Ah ent never had no class. DORA: Who sa y so? HUBERT: We is poor pipple. DORA: Efen poor pipple hav a rite ter class. HUBERT: Des whey yo wron. Poor pipple carn hav no class, becos dey doan count. DORA: We count now, we does vote. HUBERT: Ony evry five years. DORA: We hav we rites. HUBERT : Wha rites, wid evrybody pushin yo aroun ? DORA: Nobody never try ter push ma aroun


8 HUBERT: Den yo is a lucky one. Since Ah done born, eef it wasen ma Pappy it wus someone else who done push ma ar oun. Ah is de worse push aroun man dere ever wus. DORA: Yo ent got sperrit, das wha wron wid ye. HUBERT: Ah bin too busy all ma life finin food an a place ter res ma head, ter worry bout havin sperrit. DORA: Well Ah has ma class, an Ah knows ma place and Gawd help de one who try ter tek it away f rum ma. HUBERT: Arite, arite. Hav yo class an yo place. Wen de time com foh all a all we ter die, dere ent no class, das all. Young leddy, ole woman, an ole man like ma, class ent goin help one bit. Cloes is sumtin yo wear, class is a different t ing, an yo carn wear it, an Ah never did hav class in de whole a h ma life not once. Text #3, English Version DORA: B ut look at her, na. HUBERT: Shes a nice young th ing. DORA: Trus t a man to only see l ooks. HUBERT: Well wha t else do you expect me to see? DORA: The way she dress es I ts disgusting HUBERT: Wha ts wrong with the way she dresses? Its only showing her up [off] a little. DORA: As if that isnt enough. She has no shame. HUBERT: Shes not doing/didnt do anything wron g She s only walking down the street wearing her clothes. DORA: Thats just it. She comes from good class and shes wearing almost nothing. HUBERT: Wha ts class got t o do wi th what shes wearing ? DORA: Class ha s everything to do with what a woman wear s if she wants to be respected. HUBERT: That so? DORA: Well did nt you know that ? Do nt you wear clothes ? HUBERT: On ly because I have to. DORA: Yo u dont care whether you are respectable or not? HUBERT: A man in my condition ca nt worry about if hes respectable, when I cant even buy a pair of shoes, much less get them on my feet. DORA: We re not talking a bout feet. HUBERT: They are part of your body. DORA: Body is body, and feet are feet. HUBERT: I t s all one piece. DORA: Yo u want to quarrel? HUBERT: Im only stating facts. DORA: Anyways that young gi rl should know better than to parade th e streets dress ed the way she was. Shes only lowering herself. HUBERT: She was only keeping cool. DORA: She certainly wasnt keeping her class. HUBERT: B ut what has class got t o do with it? DORA: Ev eryth ing. You have to dress accordin g to class.


9 HUBERT: Class never concerns me whenever I put on my clothes, because Ive never had any class. DORA: Who say s so? HUBERT: We are poor peo ple. DOR A: Even poor people have a right to class. HUBERT: Theres where youre wrong. Poor people can t have any class, becaus e they dont count. DORA: We count now, we vote. HUBERT: Only eve ry five years. DORA: We have our rights HUBERT: What rights, with eve rybody pushing you around? DORA: Nobody ever tried to push me around. HUBERT: Then you are a lucky one. Since I was born, if it wasnt my Pappy it wa s someone else who pushed me around. I am the worst pushedaround man there ever was. DORA: Yo u havent go t spi rit, thats whats wrong with you. HUBERT: Ive been too busy all my life findi ng food and a place to rest my head, to worry about having spi rrit. DORA: Well I have my class, and I know my place and God help the one who tries to take it away from me. HUBERT: A ll right, all right. Have your class and your place. When the time comes for all of us to die, there isnt any class, thats all. Young lady, old woman, and old man like me, class isnt going to help one bit. Clothes are something you wear class is a different thing, and you cant wear it, and I never did have class in the whole of my life not once.


10 T ext #4 HUBERT and DORA by JAMSIE The Clarion, November 3, 1956 HUBERT: Me lly ent dead yet? DORA: She tekin she time. Ba Ah tink she go in dis afternoon. HUBERT: How yo could be so sartin? DORA: Dey mekin preparation foh tonite. HUBERT: An eef she survive? DORA: She carn do dat. De pelau3 start boilin aready. HUBERT: Pelau boilin doan mean dat a woman goin die. DORA: Melly goin die. Yestahday Ah wus in ter see she. She was prop up on de bed wid pillows, as calm as ever. She tell me dat she time had com an dat she wus prepare ter go easy an quiet. HUBERT: She look like she wus dyin? DORA: Is hard ter tell wid a ole woman like Melly. She min wus strong doh. HUBERT: How yo mean? DORA: She wus givin direckshions foh de wake. HUBERT: Direckshions? DORA: Yes. She was sayin how much chicken wus ter kill foh de pelau an how much rum wus ter be consume, and so fort. Den she st ate who wus not ter be allow ter com. HUBERT: She mention me? DORA: Ah diden hear yo name call one wey or de udder. HUBERT: Den Ah will be able ter slip in unobserve. DORA: It ent goin be easy. Dey havin a man at de gate. HUBERT: What it is, a teater show or a decent wake? DORA: Dey hav a rite ter be careful. Is Melly sheself payin foh de whol ting an she desarve to know dat is ony decent pipple dat drinkin an eatin at she wake. HUBERT: Ba, she goin be dead by dat time. DORA: Das eggsackl y it. We has a rite ter respeck de wishes a de dead. HUBERT: Ah ready ter respeck any one who dead decent, ba Ah doan tink dey should hav restrictions an pipple stanin at no gate. DORA: Yo mus hav ristrickshions wen food an rum is free. Nowadays evryone wan ter turn private affairs into publick meetings. HUBERT: Is all confusin. All Ah consarn wid is wedder or not Ah could get in tonite an do a lil drinkin an eatin. DORA: Yo could try. HUBERT: Lemme escot yo? DORA: An hav yo blacken me nam e wid yo bad manners. HUBERT: Ah tell yo aready Ah ony consarn wid eatin an drinkin quiet like. DORA: An wha bout respeckin de dead? HUBERT: Ah do all de respeckin dats needed. DORA: Well min yo do. 3 pelau. A seasoned dish usually of chicken or beef and rice; often made in large quantities for gatherings.


11 Text #4, English version HUBERT: Melly isnt dead yet? DORA: She s taking her time. B ut I think shes going this afternoon. HUBERT: How could you be so certain ? DORA: Theyre making preparations for tonight. HUBERT: An d if she survives? DORA: She cant do that. The pelau start ed boilin g alre ady. HUBERT: Pelau boiling doesnt mean th at a woman is going to die. DORA: Melly is going to die. Yest erday I was in to see her. She was propped up on the bed with pi llows, as calm as ever. She told me that her time had come and that she was prepared t o go easy and quiet. HUBERT: She looked like she was dying ? DORA: I ts hard to tell with a n old woman like Melly. Her mind was strong, though. HUBERT: What do you mean? DORA: She was givin g directions for the wake. HUBERT: Direct ions? DORA: Yes. She was saying how many chickens were t o be killed for the pelau and how much rum was to be consumed, and so forth. Then she stated who was not to be allowed to come. HUBERT: She mentioned me? DORA: I didnt hear your name called one way or the other HUBERT: Then I will be able to slip in unobserved. DORA: It s not going to be easy. Theyre having a man at th e gate. HUBERT: What is it, a theater show or a decent wake? DORA: They have a ri ght t o be careful. I t s Melly he r self payin g for the whole thing and she deserves to know that its only decent people who are drinking and eating at her wake. HUBERT: But she s going to be dead by th at time. DORA: That s e xactly it. We have a duty to respect the w ishes of th e dead. HUBERT: Im r eady to respect anyone who dies decently, but I dont think they should have restrictions and people standing at the gate. DORA: Yo u must have restrictions when food and rum are free. Nowadays everyone wants to turn private affairs into public meetings. HUBERT: I ts all confusing All Im concerned with is whether or not I could get in tonight and do a little drinking and eating. DORA: Yo u could try. HUBERT: Le t me escor t yo u? DORA: And have yo u blacken my name with yo ur bad manners. HUBERT: I told you already Im only concernd with eating and drinking quiet like. DORA: And what a bout respec ting the dead? HUBERT: I do all the respecting thats needed. DORA: Well min d yo u do.


12 T ext #5 HUBERT and DORA by JAMSIE The Clarion, November 3 [?] 1956 HUBERT: Dora, chile, tings bad. DORA: Uh huh! Ah ent efen sell one green mango dis morning. HUBERT: Ah ent talkin bout mango. Ah talkin bout worl affairs. DORA: What de worl got ter do wid poor pipple like we? HUBERT: Plenty. We livin in it ent we? DORA: A h livin in Trinidad, an Ah never move out a it me whol life. HUBERT: Das de worl. Wheyevah yo livin is de worl. De worl is evrywhey. It all aroun yo. DORA: So, as yo wus sayin, tings bad? HUBERT: Dey goin frum bad ter wus. DORA: Deyll get better. HUBERT: How yo knows dat? DORA: An wen yo sick, yo dosen get better? HUBERT: De time does com wen one day yo sick an de nex day yo dead. DORA: Tings dat bad? HUBERT: Wus. Dey aggressin de Gyptions an dey choppin up de Hungaries4. DORA: Who dem? HUBERT: Is pipple far aways. DORA: Oh, Ah tought dey had start up fightin in Lavbentille5 agen. HUBERT: Yo doan read de pap ers? DORA: Yo knows Ah carnt follow de print. HUBERT: Well, France an England aggressin de Gyptions an Russia choppin up de Hungaries. DORA: Eef England do sumtin, is rite. HUBERT: How yo could say dat? De Clarion done say dat Eden 6is a butcher an a liar. DORA: Dat paper! It too deceitful. HUBERT: Min yo words. DORA: Mistah Eden is a gennulman. HUBERT: Gennulmans dose lie. DORA: HUBERT! Yo goin mad. Yo accusin a gennulman a lyin? HUBERT: Eef Ah could lie, Eden could lie too. DORA: Man, yo mad. Yo fars7 ter put Mistah Eden in yo clas. Evrybody expec yo ter lie. Yo born ter lie. Mistah Eden is a born gennulman. HUBERT: Yo knows him? DORA: Now yo insultin ma? HUBERT: Ah sees wha Ah reads. DORA: Yo ony abusin pipple wid yo narsty mout. 4 Dey aggressin de Gyptions an dey choppin up de Hungaries. This refers to the Suez Crisis and the Hungarian Uprising/Revolution of 1956. 5 Lavbentille Laventille, a working class area of Port of Spain. 6 Eden Robert Anthony Eden (18971977) was a Briti sh Conservative politician who served three periods as Foreign Secretary and a brief term as Prime Minister (19551957. 7 Fars Fast, i.e. taking liberties; saying something without the right to do so


13 HUBERT: Dora, ketch yeself. We ony talkin bout wedder or not a man is a gennulman, an a l i ar. DORA: Time goin tell. HUBERT: An de moh time dere is de moh dere be to tell. Yo mark ma words, Dora. Text 5, English Version HUBERT: Dora, child, t hings are bad. DORA: Uh huh! I havent even sold one green mango this morning. HUBERT: Im not talking a bout mangos Im talking about world affairs. DORA: What does the world have to do with poor people like us? HUBERT: Plenty. We re living in it arent we? DORA: Im living in Trinidad, and I never moved out of it my whole life. HUBERT: Thats the world. Wherever youre living is the world. The world is everywhere. Its all around you. DORA: So, as you were saying, things are bad? HUBERT: Theyre going from bad to worse. DORA: Th eyll get better. HUBERT: How do yo u know th at? DORA: An d when youre sick, dont you get better? HUBERT: Th e time comes when one day youre sick and the next day youre dead. DORA: T hings are th at bad? HUBERT: W orse Theyre fighting the Egyptians and theyre chopping up the Hungarians. DORA: Who is that ? HUBERT: People far away DORA: Oh, I thought they had started up fighting in Laventille again. HUBERT: Yo u dont read the papers ? DORA: Yo u know I cant follow the print. HUBERT: Well, France and England are fighting the Egyptians and Russia is chopping up the Hungarians. DORA: If England does something, its right. HUBERT: How could you say th at? The Clarion said that Eden is a butcher and a liar. DORA: Th at paper! It s too deceitful. HUBERT: Mind yo ur words. DORA: Mister Eden is a gen tleman HUBERT: G entlemen lie. DORA: HUBERT! Yo ure going mad. Youre accusing a gen tleman of lying? HUBERT: If I c ould lie, Eden could lie too. DORA: Man, youre mad. Youre fast to put M ister Eden in your class. Everybody expects yo u to lie. Yo u were born to lie. Mister Eden is a born gentleman HUB ERT: Yo u know him? DORA: Now yo ure insulting me ? HUBERT: I see what I read. DORA: Yo ure only abusing people with your nasty mouth.


14 HUBERT: Dora, catch yourself. Were only talking about whether or not a man is a gentleman and a liar. DORA: Time will tell. HUBERT: And the more time there is, the more there is to tell. You mark my words, Dora.