'Major Barbara': Favorites

[Scheherazade]

Who is your favorite character in Major Barbara and why? What is your favorite quote/passage?



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[Scheherazade]

Yet once again, I find myself very torn: I can choose Barbara or go with Undershaft... Right person for the wrong reasons or wrong person for the right reasons??? ;)

[Pensive]

Yet once again, I find myself very torn: I can choose Barbara or go with Undershaft... Right person for the wrong reasons or wrong person for the right reasons??? ;)

Wrong person for the right reasons! Wrong person for his wit! Wrong person for his entertaining nature! Wrong person for having a charming nature (no matter even if charm is the great English blight!) :p

[Virgil]

Of course it's Undershaft. Undershaft is fabulous!!! Undershaft is me!!! Almost, I'm not really as Machiavellian. But here is one of many fabuous speeches:


CUSINS. Do you call poverty a crime?
UNDERSHAFT. The worst of crimes. All the other crimes are virtues beside it: all the other dishonors are chivalry itself by comparison. Poverty blights whole cities; spreads horrible pestilences; strikes dead the very souls of all who come within sight, sound or smell of it. What y o u call crime is nothing: a murder here and a theft there, a blow now and a curse then: what do they matter? they are only the accidents and illnesses of life: there are not fifty genuine professional criminals in London. But there are millions of poor people, abject people, dirty people, ill fed, ill clothed people. They poison us morally and physically: they kill the happiness of society: they force us to do away with our own liberties and to organize unnatural cruelties for fear they should rise against us and drag us down into their abyss. Only fools fear crime: we all fear poverty. Pah! (turning on Barbara) you talk of your half-saved ruffian in West Ham: you accuse me of dragging his soul back to perdition. Well, bring him to me here; and I will drag his soul back again to salvation for you. Not by words and dreams; but by thirtyeight shillings a week, a sound house in a handsome street, and a permanent job. In three weeks he will have a fancy waistcoat; in there months a tall hat and a chapel sitting; before the end of the year he will shake hands with a duchess at a Primrose League meeting. and join the Conservative Party.