GEORGE BERNARD SHAW, S/D

challops: the prefaces are better than the plays

George Bernard Shaw #botd 1856 pic.twitter.com/EFIsPt1Ne6

— Irish Literary Times (@IrishLitTimes) July 26, 2020

Saw all of the Back to Methuselah plays a few years back. Absolutely bonkers, but a great joke about the Irish in one of them wandering the world after independence so they can find a place to be oppressed

Saint Joan is great. One of my favorite lines from anything is "Must a Christ perish in torment in every age to save those who have no imagination?"

from You Never Can Tell:

McCOMAS. Howled at! My dear good lady: there is nothing in any of those views now-a-days to prevent her from marrying a bishop. You reproached me just now for having become respectable. You were wrong: I hold to our old opinions as strongly as ever. I don't go to church; and I don't pretend I do. I call myself what I am: a Philosophic Radical, standing for liberty and the rights of the individual, as I learnt to do from my master Herbert Spencer. Am I howled at? No: I'm indulged as an old fogey. I'm out of everything, because I've refused to bow the knee to Socialism.

MRS. CLANDON (shocked). Socialism.

McCOMAS. Yes, Socialism. That's what Miss Gloria will be up to her ears in before the end of the month if you let her loose here.

MRS. CLANDON (emphatically). But I can prove to her that Socialism is a fallacy.

McCOMAS (touchingly). It is by proving that, Mrs. Clandon, that I have lost all my young disciples. Be careful what you do: let her go her own way. (With some bitterness.) We're old-fashioned: the world thinks it has left us behind. There is only one place in all England where your opinions would still pass as advanced.

MRS. CLANDON (scornfully unconvinced). The Church, perhaps?

McCOMAS. No, the theatre. ...

when my mum was very small and in her dad's car they would sometimes drive past GBS on a ladder cutting his very tall hedge

Here's the passage that I quoted from upthread. I think about it a lot.

DE STOGUMBER. Well, you see, I did a very cruel thing once because I did not know what cruelty was like. I had not seen it, you know. That is the great thing: you must see it. And then you are redeemed and saved.

CAUCHON. Were not the sufferings of our Lord Christ enough for you?

DE STOGUMBER. No. Oh no: not at all. I had seen them in pictures, and read of them in books, and been greatly moved by them, as I thought. But it was no use: it was not our Lord that redeemed me, but a young woman whom I saw actually burned to death. It was dreadful: oh, most dreadful. But it saved me. I have been a different man ever since, though a little astray in my wits sometimes.

CAUCHON. Must then a Christ perish in torment in every age to save those that have no imagination?

sometime soon i will watch that '40s film of Caesar and Cleopatra