| BH found this and realised how thoroughly Cullen-like it sounded: Inspector: You see, we have to share something. If there's nothing else, we'll have to share our guilt. Sheila (rising; staring at the Inspector): Yes. That's true. You know (She goes closer to him, wonderingly) I don't understand about you Inspector (calmly): There's no reason why you should. Sheila: I don't know much about police inspectors-but the ones I have met aren't a bit like you. Inspector: And, in a way, it's a pity, isn't it? Sheila (wonderingly): Yes, that's the strange part of it. (She looks at him curiously, and talks almost to herself) I was just going to say something like that. They weren't, but perhaps they ought to have been. As if-suddenly-there came a real one-at last. And that's absurd, isn't it? Inspector (calmly): Is it? |
| 'An Inspector Calls' J.B. Priestly |
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