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John Adams
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Act I Scene 1: News Has a Kind of Mystery (Nixon, Chou, Kissinger, Chorus)
NIXON：News has a kind of mystery：
when I shook hands with Chou En-lai
on this bare field outside Peking,
just now, the world was listening.
CHOU: May I...
NIXON: Though we spoke quietly
the eyes and ears of history
caught every gesture...
CHOU: ... introduce...
NIXON: and every word, transforming us
as we, transfixed...
CHOU: ... the Deputy
Minister of Security.
NIXON: ... made history.
** Our shaking hands were shaping time.
Each moments stands out sharp and clear. **
CHOU: ** ... Army ** May I...
NIXON: On our flight over from Shangai
CHOU: The Minister...
NIXON: ... the countryside
looked drab and grey. 'Brueghel', Pat said.
'We came in peace for all mankind'
I said, and I was put in mind
of our Apollo astronauts
simply...
CHOU: ... of the United States
NIXON: ... achieving a great human dream.
We live in an unsettled time.
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Who are our enemies?
Who are our friends?
The Eastern Hemisphere beckoned to us,
and we have flown east of the sun,
west of the moon across an ocean of distrust
filled with the bodies of our lost;
the earth's Sea of Tranquillity.
It's prime time in the U.S.A.
yesterday night. They watch us now;
the three main networks' colors glow
livid through drapes onto the lawn.
Dishes are washed and homework done,
the dog and grandma fall asleep,
a car roars past playing loud pop,
is gone. As I look down the road
I know America is good at heart.
An old cold warrior piloting towards
an unknown shore through shoals.
The rats begin to chew the sheets.
There's murmuring bellow.
Now there's ingratitude!
My hand is steady as a rock.
A sound like mourning doves reaches my ears,
nobody is a friend of ours.
** Let's face it.
If we don't succeed on this summit,
our name is mud.
We're not out of the woods, not yet. **
(To Chou)
The nation's heartland skips a beat
as our hands shield the spinning globe
from the flame throwers of the mob.
We must press on. We know we want...
What?... Oh yes...
KISSINGER: Mr. President...
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