Es muy triste que una madre tenga que declarar contra su propio hijo, pero no podía permitir que creyeran que el crimen lo cometí yo.
Ahora lo encerrarán. Debí hacerlo yo misma hace años, siempre fue un malvado. Intentar hacerles creer que yo había matado a aquellas muchachas y a aquel hombre, como si pudiera hacer algo más que estar sentada y observar, igual que sus pájaros disecados. Ellos saben que no puedo ni mover un dedo, ni quiero. Me quedaré aquí sentada, no haré un solo movimiento: sospecharían de mí.
Probablemente me vigilan... ¡que vigilen!, así se darán cuenta de la clase de persona que soy.
(Se le posa una mosca en la mano) No voy a matarte, tranquilízate. Seguro que me están vigilando... mejor. Así dirán "Pero si no fue capaz ni de matar a una mosca".
Ahora lo encerrarán. Debí hacerlo yo misma hace años, siempre fue un malvado. Intentar hacerles creer que yo había matado a aquellas muchachas y a aquel hombre, como si pudiera hacer algo más que estar sentada y observar, igual que sus pájaros disecados. Ellos saben que no puedo ni mover un dedo, ni quiero. Me quedaré aquí sentada, no haré un solo movimiento: sospecharían de mí.
Probablemente me vigilan... ¡que vigilen!, así se darán cuenta de la clase de persona que soy.
(Se le posa una mosca en la mano) No voy a matarte, tranquilízate. Seguro que me están vigilando... mejor. Así dirán "Pero si no fue capaz ni de matar a una mosca".
...gracias a Sheila.
Scene:
Norman is sitting alone in a straight-backed chair against a bare wall, the blanket draped around his shoulders. We are drawn closer as we hear the voice of his mother, generated inside his head.
Mother's voice:
It's sad when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son.
But I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder. They'll put him away now as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man.
As if I could do anything except just sit and stare--like one of his stuffed birds. Well, they know I can't move a finger. And I won't. I'll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do suspect me.
They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of person I am.
A fly has landed upon his hand, which rests in his lap.
I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching. They'll see. They'll see, and they'll know, and they'll say... (as he slowly raises his eyes to meet ours, smirking) 'Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly!'
Scene:
Norman is sitting alone in a straight-backed chair against a bare wall, the blanket draped around his shoulders. We are drawn closer as we hear the voice of his mother, generated inside his head.
Mother's voice:
It's sad when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son.
But I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder. They'll put him away now as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man.
As if I could do anything except just sit and stare--like one of his stuffed birds. Well, they know I can't move a finger. And I won't. I'll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do suspect me.
They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of person I am.
A fly has landed upon his hand, which rests in his lap.
I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching. They'll see. They'll see, and they'll know, and they'll say... (as he slowly raises his eyes to meet ours, smirking) 'Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly!'
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