Alfieri Quotes in A View from the Bridge
But this is Red Hook, not Sicily. This is the slum that faces the bay on the seaward side of Brooklyn Bridge. This is the gullet of New York swallowing the tonnage of the world. And now we are quite civilized, quite American.
Alfieri:
Is there a question of law somewhere?
Eddie:
That’s what I want to ask you.
Alfieri:
Because there’s nothing illegal about a girl falling in love with an immigrant.
We all love somebody, the wife, the kids—every man’s got somebody that he loves, heh? But sometimes . . . there’s too much. You know? There’s too much, and it goes where it mustn’t. A man works hard, he brings up a child, sometimes it’s a niece, sometimes even a daughter, and he never realizes it, but through the years—there is too much love for the daughter, there is too much love for the niece. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?
This is my last word, Eddie, take it or not, that’s your business. Morally and legally you have no rights, you cannot stop it; she is a free agent.
The law is only a word for what has a right to happen. When the law is wrong it’s because it’s unnatural, but in this case it is natural and a river will drown you if you buck it now. Let her go. And bless her.
Alfieri:
To promise not to kill is not dishonorable.
Marco:
No?
Alfieri:
No.
Marco:
Then what is done with such a man.
Alfieri:
Nothing. If he obeys the law, he lives. That’s all.
Marco:
The law? All the law is not in a book.
Alfieri:
Yes. In a book. There is no other law.
Marco:
He degraded my brother. My blood. He robbed my children, he mocks my work. I work to come here, mister!
Alfieri:
I know, Marco—
Marco:
There is no law for that? Where is the law for that?
Alfieri:
There is none.
This is not God, Marco. You hear? Only God makes justice.
I confess that something perversely pure calls to me from his memory—not purely good, but himself purely, for he allowed himself to be wholly known and for that I think I will love him more than all my sensible clients. And yet, it is better to settle for half, it must be! And so I mourn him—I admit it—with a certain . . . alarm.
Alfieri Quotes in A View from the Bridge
But this is Red Hook, not Sicily. This is the slum that faces the bay on the seaward side of Brooklyn Bridge. This is the gullet of New York swallowing the tonnage of the world. And now we are quite civilized, quite American.
Alfieri:
Is there a question of law somewhere?
Eddie:
That’s what I want to ask you.
Alfieri:
Because there’s nothing illegal about a girl falling in love with an immigrant.
We all love somebody, the wife, the kids—every man’s got somebody that he loves, heh? But sometimes . . . there’s too much. You know? There’s too much, and it goes where it mustn’t. A man works hard, he brings up a child, sometimes it’s a niece, sometimes even a daughter, and he never realizes it, but through the years—there is too much love for the daughter, there is too much love for the niece. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?
This is my last word, Eddie, take it or not, that’s your business. Morally and legally you have no rights, you cannot stop it; she is a free agent.
The law is only a word for what has a right to happen. When the law is wrong it’s because it’s unnatural, but in this case it is natural and a river will drown you if you buck it now. Let her go. And bless her.
Alfieri:
To promise not to kill is not dishonorable.
Marco:
No?
Alfieri:
No.
Marco:
Then what is done with such a man.
Alfieri:
Nothing. If he obeys the law, he lives. That’s all.
Marco:
The law? All the law is not in a book.
Alfieri:
Yes. In a book. There is no other law.
Marco:
He degraded my brother. My blood. He robbed my children, he mocks my work. I work to come here, mister!
Alfieri:
I know, Marco—
Marco:
There is no law for that? Where is the law for that?
Alfieri:
There is none.
This is not God, Marco. You hear? Only God makes justice.
I confess that something perversely pure calls to me from his memory—not purely good, but himself purely, for he allowed himself to be wholly known and for that I think I will love him more than all my sensible clients. And yet, it is better to settle for half, it must be! And so I mourn him—I admit it—with a certain . . . alarm.
