perception

• Blanche: now, then, let me look at you. But don’t you look at me
• Blanche: ...And turn that over-light off! Turn that off! I won’t be looked at in this merciless glare!
• Blanche: Only mr edgar allan poe!- could do it justice! Out there I suppose is the ghoul-haunted woodland of weir!
• Blanche: God love you for a liar! Daylight never exposed so total a ruin!
• Blanche: You hear me? I said stand up! [Stella complies reluctantly] You messy child, you, you’ve splilt something on that pretty white lace collar!
• Blanche: I want you to look at my figure [She turns around] You know I haven’t put on one ounce in ten years, Stella? I weigh what I weighed the summer you left belle reve.
• Blanche: You see I still have that awful vanity about my looks even now that my looks are slipping! [she laughs nervously and looks at stella for reassurance]
• His embelem of the gaudy seed bearer; he sizes women up ata glance, with sexual classifications
• He grins at Blanche. She tries unsuccessfully to smile back.
• Blanche’s dress, a flowered print, is laid out on Stella’s bed
• STELLA: She wasn’t expecting to find us in such a small place. You see Id tried to gloss things over a little in my letters.
• STELLA: And admire her dress and tell her she’s looking wonderful. That’s important to Blanche, her little weakness.
• STANLEY: Look at these feathers and furs that she come here to preen herself in! What’s this here? A solid-gold dress I believe!...Where are your fox-pieces stella? Bushy snow-white ones, no less?
• BLANCHE: “Oh, in my youth I excited some admiration. But look at me now! [she smiles at him radiantly] Would you think it possible that I was once consider to be- attractive?
• STANLEY “I never met a woman that didn’t know if she was good-looking or not without being told, some of them give themselves credit for more than they’ve got”
• BLANCHE: I like an artist who paints in strong, bold colours, primary colours. I don’t like pinks and creams and I never cared for wishy-washy people.
• Blanche has a tight, artificial smile on her drawn face
• Physical beauty is passing. A transitory possession.