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“I'll tell you what I want. Magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misinterpret things to them. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth. And if that is sinful, then let me be damned for it! - Don't turn the light on!”

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Book:A Streetcar Named Desire
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A Streetcar Named Desire

Tennessee Williams' 'A Streetcar Named Desire' is a profound exploration of the complexities of human emotion. Set in the 1940s, the play delves into the psychological turmoil of Blanche DuBois, a fragile woman who seeks refuge with her sister, Stella, and her brother-in-law, Stanley. The narrative unfolds in a small, rundown apartment in New Orleans, where the characters' desires and obsessions collide, leading to a tragic climax. The play is renowned for its raw emotional intensity and Williams' poetic language, making it a cornerstone of American theater. more

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Tennessee Williams
Tennessee Williams

American playwright, renowned for his profound psychological portrayals and unique dramatic style. His notable works include 'A Streetcar Named Desire' and 'The Glass Menagerie'. more

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Book:For the Sake of Argument: Essays and Minority Reports
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