Everything has its purpose: wars, walls, it’s all meant. There’s nothing you can do about it.Ī: There must be a purpose in it, that’s what I say. They called it ‘The Wall’, and if they ever talked about it they said things like –ī: There’s always been a Wall and there always will be, that’s the way things are. For ever, in fact, as far as they knew or cared. Now what made this island different from any other you might have in mind was a wall, which ran across the island a bit more than halfway down and which had been there as long as anyone could remember, and as long as anyone they could remember could remember. Narrator 1: So they counted their blessings and rested content. ( A stands both A and B peer in the direction of the wall). We didn’t have that in the bad old days.Ī: Women didn’t have it in the good old days. It’s better than it was in the bad old days.ī: Mind you, it’s not as good as it was in the good old days.ī: They could always be better, of course.ī: At least we’re allowed to work all day.Ī: And we’re allowed not to work on Saturday and Sunday.ī: And we’ve got the vote. Leave well alone, that’s my motto.Ī: We should count our blessings. That’s what my father used to say and, it’s what I say too.ī: Absolutely. And as they said to each other when they bothered to talk about it:Ī: If it was good enough for my father it’s good enough for me. For, while they were not exactly happy, they were not exactly unhappy, either. All this had been so for as long as anyone could remember, and so they hoped it would continue. They had enough to eat, everyone had a day’s work, which was considered a blessing, the old were looked after (as long as they didn’t outstay their welcome) and the young were respected as individuals, within reason. Narrator 1: There was once an island on which lived a people no better and no worse than most. He gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again.ī, in working clothes, working, ‘planting his beans’ and tending fruit trees. A chair and something to represent a tree eg a coat-stand with an umbrella and white doctor’s coat.Ī, in working clothes, sitting He’ s trying to take off his boot. A red ribbon crosses between the audience and the stage, high enough to represent a wall.
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