The Iceman Cometh

by Eugene O'Neill

It'll be a great day for them, tomorrow--the Feast of All Fools,

I s'pose you don't fall for no pipe dream? LARRY--(a bit stiffly) I don't, no. Mine are all dead and buried behind me. What's before me is the comforting fact that death is a fine long sleep, and I'm damned tired, and it can't come too soon for me.

Don't you notice the beautiful calm in the atmosphere? That's because it's the last harbor. No one here has to worry about where they're going next, because there is no farther they can go. It's a great comfort to them. Although even here they keep up the appearances of life with a few harmless pipe dreams about their yesterdays and tomorrows, as you'll see for yourself if you're here long.

I vill laugh, too! But I vill laugh last! I vill laugh at you!