One of the glorious problems that keeps a play from a second life as a book of poetry (or most plays; I'll give you the Greeks and the odd, rule-proving exception like Ntozake Shange) is the little differences made by context; Tom Wingfield complains about his overbearing mother and needy sister more than once in The Glass Menagerie, but sometimes he berates Amanda to her face and sometimes he sighs over Laura behind…
SOURCE: Parabasis at 12:10PM on March 5, 2013