Sunday, January 29, 2012

Anne with an "e"

ANNE: I'm overwhelmed.

MARILLA: Matthew Cuthbert, who is that?

MATTHEW: It's a girl.

MARILLA: I can see that. Where's the boy?

MATTHEW: There weren't any. Just her. I figured we just couldn't leave her no matter what the mistake was.

MARILLA: You figured?  Oh, this is a fine kettle of fish. This is what comes of sending word, instead of going ourselves, Matthew.

ANNE: You don't want me? You don't want me because I'm not a boy? Nobody ever did want me. I might have known this was all too beautiful to be true.

MARILLA: Come, come, now. Don't cry. It is not your fault.

ANNE: This is just the most tragical thing that has ever happened to me.

MARILLA: Well, what's your name?

ANNE:  Would you please call me Cordelia?

MARILLA: Call you Cordelia?

ANNE: Don't you think it's a pretty name?

MARILLA: Is that your name?

ANNE: Well, no, it's not exactly my name, though I would love to be called Cordelia.

MARILLA: I don't understand what you mean.

ANNE: Cordelia is a perfectly elegant name.

MARILLA: What is your name child, and no more nonsense?

ANNE: Anne Shirley.   Plain, old, unromantic Anne Shirley.

MARILLA: Anne Shirley is a fine and sensible name, and hardly one to be ashamed of.

ANNE: Oh, I'm not ashamed, but if you are going to call me Anne, would you please be sure to spell it with an "e".

MARILLA: What difference does it make how it is spelled?

ANNE: It makes a lot of difference.   Print out "A-n-n" and it looks absolutely dreadful, but Anne with an "e" is quite distinguished. So if you'll only call me Anne with an "e", I'll try and reconcile myself to not being called Cordelia.

MARILLA: Very well then, Anne, with an "e", how is it that you happened to be brought and not a boy?

ANNE: If I were very beautiful and had nut-brown hair, would you keep me?

MARILLA: No. We have absolutely no use for a girl. Well, don't stand there gaping. Come along; bring your bag. Now that you're here, I suppose we'll have to put you somewhere tonight. Take off your hat. You must be hungry.

ANNE: I can't eat. I can never eat when I'm in the depths of despair.

MARILLA: The depths of despair?

ANNE: Can you eat when you're that way?

MARILLA: I've never been that way.

ANNE: Can't you even imagine you're in the depths of despair?

MARILLA: No, I can not. To despair is to turn your back on God. This is your room for the night. Wash up and then come down for supper.

ANNE: Yes, Miss Cuthbert.

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