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Female | Age unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 26
EXTRACT: You old scoundrel you! Enjoying poking Fun, don't you, at old carroty haired Carrie in an old rag of a dress, and bits Of bag... worn out, broken boots on my Feet and a felt hat full of holes on my Head. Yes, no doubt, I am something for you to laugh at!
Female | Age unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 35
EXTRACT: At first - after the realisation of it had eased, I pretended - pretended it didn't matter. There were other things in life. My father was alive then. He and I had work to do around this place - in the Orange Grove - with the cows. There was a life in things here then. But when my father died - there was nothing for me. I knew it was no use going on with the pretence any longer. As time went on I saw it all the more clearly. I was alone - and lonely.
Female | Age unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 68
EXTRACT: Stop it! Stop it! I shan't listen to you - mocking me! I've shut you away from my hearing. Where death is in a house, there must silence be, too. The door must be shut and the blinds drawn against the screaming of the sea-wind and the crying voices across the plains ... you do not hear them, do you David? You can be aware of nothing now - nothing... only of the silence heaped around you.