A Streetcar Named Desire

by: Tennessee Williams

Scene Eleven

1

I couldn’t believe her story and go on living with Stanley.

2

Blanche: Why are you looking at me like that? Is something wrong with me? Eunice: You look wonderful, Blanche. Don’t she look wonderful?

3

And I’ll be buried at sea sewn up in a clean white sack and dropped overboard—at noon—in the blaze of summer—and into an ocean as blue as my first lover’s eyes!