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(…) I cross the street, I run into the movies or a bar, I buy a drink, I speak to the nearest stranger—anything that can blow your candles out! —for nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles Laura (…).

(Tom Wingfield sobre a sua irmã Laura Wingfield, The Glass Menagerie, 1944)