It wasn’t me, it was my id

David Hare’s play The Vertical Hour, which has just opened at London’s Royal Court theatre, features an impassioned, articulate former war correspondent. She is a woman of great intelligence, apart from having fallen in love with another war correspondent, (“six foot tall, thin as a rake…”). She has this to say about dumb things we do:

“Hear the word “Freud” and it’s like a flag. You know there’s an excuse coming. I mean, wouldn’t it be refreshing to restore the notion of bad behaviour? And people being responsible for what they do? You do something wrong, you own up, you pay the price! Wouldn’t that be refreshing?”

This post was published on 26/01/08 in Good sex and bad.

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