W B Yeats

Where There is Nothing W B Yeats

Thomas Ruttledge. I don't see any likeness to anyone. Paul Ruttledge. Oh, yes there is, if you could see their minds instead of their bodies. That comb now-- Mrs. Ruttledge. [Coming out on steps.] Thomas, are you coming in? Thomas Ruttledge. Yes, I'm coming; but Paul won't come. [Thomas Ruttledge goes out. Mrs. Ruttledge. Oh! this is nonsense, Paul; you must come. All these men will think it so strange if you don't. It is nonsense to think you will be bored. Mr. Green is talking in the most interesting way. Paul Ruttledge. Oh! I know Green's conversation very well. Mrs. Ruttledge. And Mr. Joyce, your old guardian.