© Chris Port, 2010
“To the last, I grapple with thee;
From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee;
For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.”
(Herman Melville, Moby Dick)MARTY: “The song of revenge burns stronger than life.
Turned backs give me strength to return wrong’s knife.”
(Pause).
They’re crucifying me.
O’BRIEN: Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do?
MARTY: Luke. Chapter twenty-three, verse thirty-four. To crucify one martyr, Mr O’Brien, may be regarded as a misjudgment; to kill millions looks like callousness.
O’BRIEN: (Flicking through the Koran, the Torah and the Bible simultaneously with practised ease). Here it is. Romans. Chapter twelve, verse nineteen. (He intones). ‘Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” ’
MARTY: Doctor Horquine says that there is no God.
O’BRIEN: Then leave it to justice.
MARTY: My life tells me that there is no justice.
O’BRIEN: Then just leave it.
MARTY: Believe me, I’d like to. But it’s difficult to walk away when they’ve nailed you to a lie. Then they’ll just do it again... to someone else... and that’s just... wrong...
O’BRIEN: That’s just the way of the world, my son. Always has been. Always will be.
MARTY: Has anyone considered changing it?
O’BRIEN: Oh yes. Many have tried. All, predictably, have failed. You can’t change three million years of evolution with a new idea.
MARTY: So I shouldn’t bother trying then?
On Revenge Tragedies and Revenge Musicals
“Of all emotions, vengefulness is the most underrated. I walked in pure winter sunshine. My hatred was like menthol. It slapped blood into my cheeks. It reached deep into my lungs. It sucked each breath from me with savage joy. Every nerve had been sandpapered raw. The pain was golden, dizzying, exquisite. No wonder God is so full of vengeance. I felt like a God of hatred. I longed to hug my enemy. I yearned to detonate like the heart of the sun. Now I understood Genet’s quip: Anyone who hasn’t experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.” (Marty Gull)
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