Quiet Please - Clarissa

0:00and you The initial broadcasting system presents Quiet Feeds, which is written and directed by Willis Cooper, and which features Ernest Chattel. Quiet Feeds for tonight is called Clarissa. No, he was dead before the fire started. I told you that a dozen times. No, I can't prove it, of course not. You just have to believe me, take my word for it. I can't prove it. Was there? You can't prove it wasn't.

1:07Anyway, what difference does it make? No. I'm sorry, I can't hear you very well. Yes. Well, all right. Here's an old black, shill of a house. A house that has lived too long. A house where the floors groaned and pained at night where the windows shuddered at the gentlest touch of the wind. Her door latches suddenly gave up their grip and let the night come, sniffing into the house to pour its eyes and wink you to the other silences that lay around you. He was never more in there. Him and her old hines kept the fire going in the fireplace near old city room but the logs were scrawny and the draught was bad. And the flames seemed to grudge us their warmth so that we shivered all through the day.

2:08We're glad when night came when we could escape from the major comfort of the draughty bedrooms. And in the summer there was a dampness about the place. The unhealthy clammyness drifted from the walls and stirred uneasily among the incense smells of decay that clung to the place. And I suppose you could call it a hymns of a character. You said you didn't remember him? Hello, my grand from the Rhyme Lines some time in the early 70s that would make him a... let me see. How old is Rhyme Lannkeborn? In the dark side, after a hula five and six months right in 1862. He was an old man but he never appeared old. You might have taken him from a vigorous man of 60. His hair and his scraggly mustache with just black eyes suspected by them regularly. And his blue eyes seemed as keen as those of a boy of 18.

3:11And he'd never been away from the house for a few nights used to say from the day he'd bought it and moved into it in 1888. Hello, old house man. Yes, I spent a very good day's and nights in that house. What? I couldn't afford a better place to live. More people don't go to live in a haunted house if they can find another place you know. Yes, of course I heard it was haunted before I went there to live. You believe in haunted houses? No, maybe to die, of course. Well, I agree. It did look like a haunted house. And George, you bought the sounds in the night. I mean, I told you about some of the sounds of the night. Yes, of course there were other sounds.

4:13Well, please let me tell it my own way. Well, courtesy, for instance. Clores in particular. Clores are above everything else. I have lived in earlier years. Heights and I spent that first night alongside the fireplace. I remember he'd asked me to share a bottle of ben custard with him. We sat in front of the dingy little fire. No, the caracene lamp on the table. Heights and his old black coat with a squeeze that were too short. He liked the wine in Jesse. Very much. Very much. This is from the fall of the war of an ecclesiastical disease. But now, well, it is almost very last. You shouldn't be so generous with the night? No, no. Good wine, always spec'd better than in the Dothraindje drink at the schwa.

5:13A little more. A little more. A little more, right? Yes, the sip of the fire and look down into the cold to see images of the same spot. The drink wine and the same images go clearer. I just could think the old age. You, with your world for all time, you're all for long time, long, long time, and used to it. Used to the lights and the little fire and the silence. Yes. The night comes and the dawn comes and the dawn comes and the dawn comes and the dawn comes. Yes, this cold, cold time of the night is it? I said, Rose? I thought I heard someone singing. So, did you hear anything? It is Cladifay. What did you say? Cladifay. My doctor.

6:13Why didn't know you had a daughter, right? Yes. The victim of a... No thanks. Right? I haven't seen her around. No. What is she? Excuse me, Hines. I do not forgive me, Jesse. She's a child. I do not wish you to be father-wise. She wouldn't bother me, Hines. I like children. Yes. There's a must-lusty on the battle floor. One way for each of us, huh? Thank you, Hines. Yes. Shop for it. And I drank the last of the wine with the old man. And then I climbed the creaking stairs to the dreary little room carrying a casting lamp in one hand and casting fabulous shadows on the peeling wallpaper. Seeing the ancient plush-covered rocking chair nodding away at me as I entered the room, as if a startled occupant had suddenly deserted at the sound of my footsteps on the stairs.

7:14And the cold spring rain, grinching the window-pains, the moment complaints of the leaves, the raptures of the old house. The pleasant musty humes of the wine I had dug kept sweep away for a while when I grew up the land. The melody of our children's song flowed again across my mind as I lay there. My thoughts wandered to the lonely child of dwell in my haunted house with the old man and the new come students. I smiled to myself as I thought I'd come back to the house. Now that's the question of the house being haunted, doesn't it? People have heard the little girl singing to herself in the night, maybe not known, or the little girl lived here too, and thus the ghost, and thus smiled again at superstitions. And another I've thought stuck me. I wondered if the child aged. And another I've thought stuck me.

8:15I wondered if the child aged. Can you 12 years old with the sound of their voice? It's somewhere in the back of my eyes in mind I think I remember the times it told me that my name is Life and Die and just die. Well, was it the other sentences go left quick? Well, that would be 1906. That would be 42 years ago. And was it child of 1012? But I might go get the steak. I would get a steak for life and the rain. The ball. Well, you're under the whole story. I'm telling it to you.

9:16In the morning, behind this working in his garden, and the early sun made the old house seem a little more cheerful, a little more livable, there's a tinge of green through the grave of the fields that surround the house, and behind this told me to sit around and I've stood and watched him a long time and I don't think he noticed how my eyes wandered at the windows of the old house searching for a flash of color that might be a child's hair ribbon. But how I listened for the sound of a young boy singing a little song, children who danced so long ago in the bidges of Evie. I didn't even notice that I was humming a song on my breath. Certainly, cloned and in your room for a song. What? Oh, that's called a song. I can't use the same one. I was young. My life is French. She taught the song to clonk as a whole. This is old song. How old is your daughter, right? How old? Oh, she's young. Physical? Oh, young.

10:17You're very young. Copy, I found it on the stove. Can I hear some maiden? Oh, did she? You're very good to know. Yes. Nice, post-so. You don't need to keep the little girl outside of my account, I'd say. I like your girl. Oh, she bought by you. Oh no, I've got a little sister back home. Oh, yeah. Miriam, she's 11. Cleggar size. Oh, the whole. Miriam's got a brush on her hair. Cleggar size. Back here. Yeah, I got a picture of her here. Oh, that's not what I was. Oh, yeah. She's very pretty. I have a little picture of her. Yeah, that's too bad. I was feeling the mic, huh? Yeah, sure, hi. I should have let the film drop then and there. If the old man felt that children should be kept away from the delts, that was his privilege, of course. Handle, although I was often lonely for other companies, the old man, I was a developer in his house.

11:22Naturally, something to his wishes. My work? No, I never left the place. My book. I was writing a book. No, not very exciting. Mathematics, I have some theories. No, the book is gone. The fire, you remember? I could understand hides, I thought he obviously had a great respect for a man's work, especially a work of such a power of your recognition. I must not be disturbed. I might stay in my room day and night with my slide rules and my profile paper and my broken flower pot for the shop and pencils. I was not to be disturbed. But not many times I wished for the happy sound of my little sister, Mary and Skill after. I myself, listening to the note of a little girl song that she used to sing, and that Clarissa no too.

12:23Hines, mentioned Clarissa occasionally. I sometimes wish that I could have sang Clarissa to school, yes it was too bad, you didn't? All this, there is never enough money or other schools, public schools, Its. No, not for Clarissa's free schools. I wondered, run, well you know, children are supposed to go to school. I'm surprised that the school authorities haven't been to see you about sending her. Dear party, hold on, not the police, but there are lies about schools. I mean you might find yourself in trouble if they discover you have a daughter's school age. They'll come here. They find out. You will not tell. You're not being fair to the child. Yes, you are not really, I mean it. Have she ever been to school? I have to tell on the clock. Well I have to, it's not my business, but you're doing very serious harm.

13:25No, listen to me, I see. You don't tell anybody about them. Well I don't know why. If they come and ask me, I tell you something. Well, Clarissa, it didn't go to school. Well I know, I told you it doesn't cost anything. You're just not fat. Well then? She's not well. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Look, would you like to give her a little of my time and try to some of the elements? No, please don't, I beg your pardon, too. Well, have it your way, Hines. I don't mean to remember two and your third, but after all, the child, sorry, Chessie. I thank you, but no. All right? Forget it.

14:28No, I couldn't forget it. The kind old man, he was kindly. And a sick child who had never seen the inside of a school room was growing up to become. What? In an ancient, long-winged house, a house that had lived too long, a long one with a father born eight six years ago. A long night in the darkness with the house, grumbling and complaining around me. I thought about the plight of the child. Sometimes I could hear a song following somewhere in the dankly susses of that crumbling house. And my thoughts revolved again about this mystery. Hines said she was not well. Hines wouldn't allow her to appear. Was Chess a misshapen monster child that she must be? Panned up and never see the sun?

15:29Was she? I'd be test mysteries of that kind. I loved the good clean mysteries of that scissor and ordinate. Logarithm and anti-logarithm of the calculus and the grand old theorems devised with the ancients. But the fascinating mysteries of a human mind and a human behavior are aliens for me. Am I hate? And my thoughts crept further and further away from the ten numbers. His doubt and speculation about the child may hold my mind. Permanent howl from I heard her sob, so I thought, Sometimes close outside my door. And if I opened the door, it was nothing. And old Hines grew more and more taciturn. He never spoke of his daughter. He seemed to have liked me by day and to disappear in my night. What? The summer came then, and this fall, ten winters.

16:29My look was going better, and my thoughts were on me. I must leave this place I thought of, and find out this mystery. And again, I asked the old man if there was not something I might do for this, but I could have a child who's invisible, haunting voice. I know, Jesse, there was nothing you could do. But Christmas is coming, Hines. What can I get it for Christmas? You know why nothing, Jesse? What? My name. She died on the eve of Christmas. Well, but why? You know it's a bit child. Well, let it have not speak of it again. But to me, the thought of Christmas passing by this child was unspeakable. I determined that the old man would do nothing about it, I would. You know I had little money, and there was a little I could do. But I did come into the town here, and I found a toy for her. I found one I could afford.

17:30A little, little lamb. A little, little, little, white lamb with black buttons for eyes, and a blue shirt living about its neck and a yellow blue flower in its mouth. By hung a little card about its neck that said, Merry Christmas to Clarissa. And on Christmas eve, Hines and I shared the last bundle of Ben Costa, the doctor, before the miserly little fire. And I gave him one of the handkerchiefs, my little sister, Maryam, and sent me in. He gave me an old stone crib with a heavy puter top that he sent came from Heidelberg. And we regretted that there was no creamy, ghost-north-book route or drink from it, wished each other happy Christmas. And then in the night, I was awakened by a tiny sound. And then they awake silently for a moment.

18:30And there was another sound. The residence, a little footsteps. And then we're singing. And the dresser across the room coming. And I'm quietly listening to it. Is that you, Clarissa? Is that you, Clarissa? Do you like it? Good. Happy Christmas. I'm sorry, that's all I could get you. But I hope you like it. And I've felt the touch of the tiny hand on my shoulder. And lips brushed my cheek.

19:32And the door closed. And the sound of your voice, in the little song, was happier now than I'd ever heard it. And so I knew at last that Clarissa was not a ghost but a living person. And I felt more at peace with myself as I realized that this was what had been plucking at the cone of my mind. I was happy now that I knew she really lived, but I was not living in the most defenity. I had wondered what kinds would say. Here's a pretty spiritual about it. It must go into view, Jesse. Good? What? To find the gift of Clarissa? Oh, that's what you like it? She asked me to say, I'm pushing to you.

20:32For that I say, bitter share. I can't get good. You're a kind person, Jesse. I wish you could have been more. We just have a very rich gift. Never has she had such a thing. Is she going to have Christmas dinner with us, Heinz? No. So I had one of the little victory in this conflict with the darkness, but I was to go no further. I asked Heinz about her Heinz answered shortly. Heinz suggested an apothec if my plan ordered a phyony, no reverse bay. I proposed running my own sister and begging her for all of my story books, the Clarissa might read. Even if she must stay alone from the rest of us. Heinz did not reply. Everything was added, Heinz always been, so vulnerable in the Clarissa, was not mentioned.

21:34But when Heinz came running, there was cold and windy again. The lost, no palpateguest, the wind was in the royal house, shivered. I was here coming here in the night. And when I was a commodity in a voiceless time, I met the bear in the hall. I called him along. Clarissa! When I stepped back into my room, he looked at the carousine lamp. When I stepped out again toward the hallway, heist confronted me. But behind the chassis, I can't remember her. So there's one she stood, no go back by your room, chassis, or besides, no, piece of chassis. Go back now, I swissled away, something's up, they're all in that child, and I'll look at her and find her. Please, ma'am. There's nothing here, I can't care of my own mind, huh? And? I wish I could always stay. I reached for the door at once, and it was locked from the outside.

22:42And I beat on it and stormed out at McCold, which I once had held. I screamed at the father, threatening every kind of vengeance on him. Till the last I suddenly realized that I was being hysterically silly. In the silence, I could hear nothing but the moan of the wind around the rusty cornices of the house. The hiss of snowflakes against the window. First had down, shaken, bitter at myself for it, giving way to such an outburst over a child crying in the night. In the last I laid down again, and in the frosty silence of the early dawn, I fell asleep. And when I awoke, now as later, I found my door unlocked again. Hines was not to be found.

23:43Not that very nut-and-ext. I transferred the house opening doors, calling him, calling Clarissa. There was not a sound to answer me. I found a little wood and made a miserable fire. I suppose I am, I don't remember any too well. And it might have went to bed. Till I, shivering for hours, straining my ears for a sound. The sound of the child's song. The sound of the father's footsteps in the cold darkness. And it was morning, and nearly morning. And growing fingers of morning plucking at the frost-drying windows. And I awoke to see Hines standing beside my band. In the two days, he seemed to evade twenty years. He was an old, horned band. He spoke to me.

24:43Just see, my friend, I was not a high, no much, no, just see. I am dying behind this finishing house, yes, dear. I miss this lovely boy. But here, that's a tunnel. No, no, help me. See, the cage too close to school. You take it. Is she alright? Hi! Too late for me now. Go! Oh, is this room... ...to what is to be done? I lifted him to the bed. I bent over him, and listened for his heart. There was no sound. Hines was dead. Yes, just as I told you before, he died.

25:44And I there in my room, yes. What? Oh, yes. In the little half light I found the carousine lamp, and I hid it. I took the key from the floor where he got it. No, I found the room very easily. It was at the far end of the hall. I called. Clarissa? But... ...he had no answer. So I unlocked the door. And holding the light above my head, I walked over to the bed. And there lying on the bed, dressed in a uniform that might have come out of the ten-year drawing in Alice and Wonderland. Clutching a little, who wouldn't let him to her breast, there playing a tiny, old, old woman with long, light hair braided into big tails.

26:51Clarissa. And I knew why I hadn't heard the little song for two days. And so in the lamp, I knocked out in my hand, and the flame started making around it. Dry as dust, drape, breeze, and the fragile old oak and boards in the floor. I turned in the old house. But what else was it to do? The house had lived too long. And so we had the father and daughter who dwelt there.

27:59Quiet, please, what an hype was called. Clarissa, an amuletful few, was a British chapel. And Hines was played by Bruno Vic. Clarissa? By Peggy Stanley. As you were using for quiet, please. It's by Albert Rimmer. Now word from my writer director, Willis Cooper. The characters in tonight's quiet, please, are not a living that's dead. And then John Knight will be his interesting condition, because they're so of the invention of my own imagination, and tentative, represent nobody at all. Clarissa, please, for next, please. It's called, 13 and 8. And so until next week of the same time, I am Gladiators, Dennis Chappell.

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