An absurdist metatheatrical play about the relationship between authors, their characters, and theatre practitioners: Six Characters in Search of an Author. Italian novelist, dramatist and short story author Luigi Pirandello was awarded Nobel Prize in Literature in 1921. The original language of the play in Italian is Sei Personaggi in Cerca d'Autore.
- Life is full of all sorts of odd things which have no need at all to pretend to be real because they are actually true.
- What the devil are you talking about?
- What I'm saying is that you really must be mad to do things the opposite way round: to create situations that obviously aren't true and try to make them seem to be really happening. But then I suppose that sort of madness is the only reason for your profession.
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- Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.
- All right then: but where does all this get us?
- Nowhere. I want to try to show you that one can be thrust into life in many ways, in many forms: as a tree or a stone, as water or butterfly - or as a woman. It might even be as a character in a play.
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- Perhaps you are not used to seeing the characters created by an author spring into life up here on the stage face to face with each other. Perhaps it's because we're not in a script?
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- Words, words! When we're faced by something we don't understand, by a sense of evil that seems as if it's going to swallow us, don't we all find comfort in a word that tells us nothing but that calms us?
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- We all have a world of things inside ourselves and each one of us has his own private world. How can we understand each other if the words I use have the sense and the value that I expect them to have, but whoever is listening to me inevitably thinks that those same words have a different sense and value, because of the private world he has inside himself too. We think we understand each other: but we never do.
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- If only we could see in advance all the harm that can come from the good we think we are doing.
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- This is the real drama for me; the belief that we all, you see, think of ourselves as one single person: but it's not true: each of us is several different people, and all these people live inside us. With one person we seem like this and with another we seem very different. But we always have the illusion of being the same person for everybody and of always being the same person in everything we do.
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- Believe me, sir, I am a character who has not been fully developed dramatically.
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- I only act, as everyone does, the part in life that he's chosen for himself, or that others have chosen for him. And you can see that sometimes my own passion gets a bit out of hand, a bit theatrical, as it does with all of us.
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