“A corpse can be revived,”
says Frank Hunter to Andrew Crocker-Harris in Terence Rattigan’s one-act play, The Browning Version.
Andrew is a martyr because
he refuses to assert himself where required.
He knows that his wife, Millie, is unfaithful to him. In fact she enjoys taunting him by telling
him about her affairs with his colleagues. Andrew continues to tolerate her because he
thinks divorcing her would be “another grave wrong” he would do to her. What’s the other wrong he had done her? Frank asks.
“To marry her,” answers Andrew.
Andrew and Millie are
total mismatches. Millie is sensuous and
earthy. Andrew is intellectual and
ethereal. “Two kinds of love,” Andrew
explains. “Worlds apart as I know now,
though when I married her I didn’t think they were incompatible.” Andrew wanted affection and companionship,
the emotional delights of love. Millie
wanted the physical delights. Andrew
thought that the kind of love he required was superior and never imagined that the
absence of physicality would drive it out altogether. “A brilliant classical scholar” though he was
in his own words, he “was woefully ignorant of the facts of life.”
He knows better now. He knows that the incompatible love of both
of them has turned to bitter hatred.
However, it is not merely
the incompatibility of love that brought matters to a head. Andrew had assumed the role of a martyr. And no woman loves a martyr for her husband.
Andrew’s assessment of
himself as a teacher shows how he has refused to take charge of himself. He is a strict teacher. He respects scholarliness. He follows the rules meticulously. In short, he can’t be a popular teacher. So he “discovered an easy substitute for
popularity.” He converted his mannerisms
and peculiarities into a joke for his students to laugh at. The students “didn’t like me as a man, but
they found me funny as a character, and you can teach more things by laughter
than by earnestness.” Andrew is aware of
his terrible lack of the sense of humour.
You can’t succeed for very
long as a joke. Eventually the protracted joke met
with its natural fate. Andrew was “not
only not liked, but now positively disliked.”
He learns that he has been suffering from “a sickness of the soul.”
His soul’s sickness is
precisely that he never asserted himself though he demanded from his students
strict discipline and adherence to rules.
He never realised that the best discipline a teacher can get from his
students is their respect. And their
love as far as that is functional between a teacher and students.
Andrew wanted people to
recognise and appreciate his superiority.
He wanted his wife to accept his kind of love as far greater than her
kind. She chose to indulge herself with her
husband’s colleagues instead. Andrew
wanted his students to respect his strictness and allegiance to rules. Which adolescent student will ever do that?
So Andrew chose to be a
victim. A martyr. Killed by other people’s insensitivity. “You can’t hurt Andrew. He’s dead.”
Millie says to Frank when he tells her that she was extremely
insensitive in telling Andrew about a joke played on him by one of his
students. She is wrong, however. Andrew is immensely hurt by what she
did. She deflated his ego
thoroughly. When your ego is deflated
you see the reality more clearly. Andrew
realises that he is what he is. There’s
no need for anyone’s appreciation. Let
people do what they choose. His duty is
to be just himself. And also assert that
self where required. So he makes a
change to what the headmaster has planned in his farewell function. And he tells his wife, “I don’t’ think either
of us has the right to expect anything further from the other.”
When Frank told him that a
corpse could be revived, Andrew’s response was, “I don’t believe in miracles.” However, the miracle happens. Andrew learns to assert himself. To be himself. And to let his wife understand that he is no
more a corpse.
PS. Terence Rattigan's play is set in a residential public school the kind of which where I worked for fourteen years in Delhi. A year after that school in Delhi was bulldozed to smithereens by certain vested interests wearing religious masks, I reread Rattigan with a shot of naughtiness hurtling through my being. Moreover, I've just completed teaching an extract from the play in the CBSE school where I'm currently continuing the job of teaching. I take this opportunity to wish all my fellow-professionals a HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY.
There is always a thing or two that I learn from you. Infact to be precise, it has become a routine to read your posts. Happy teacher's day, sir.... from a reader and a learner.
ReplyDeleteI'm immensely pleased to have a reader like you. You are unique and hence destined to be fundamentally in search...
DeleteThanks for the wishes. I enjoy being a teacher.
The timing for you sharing this could not have been more relevant to me. As they say answers may come from all kinds of places. Thank you for writing this post.
ReplyDeleteTo miracles. Cheers.
And a Happy Teacher's Day.
Thanks for the greeting.
DeleteHappy that the post makes some particular sense to you.