Well, I do -- as I said -- have my -- glass collection --
Little articles of it, they’re ornaments mostly! Most of them are little animals made out of glass, the tiniest little animals in the world. Mother calls them a glass menagerie. Here’s an example of one, if you’d like to see it! This is the oldest. It’s nearly thirteen. Oh, be careful! If you breathe, it breaks. Go on, I trust you with him! There now – you’re holding him gently! Hold him over the light, he loves the light! You see how the light shines through him? I shouldn’t be partial, but he is my favorite one. Haven’t you noticed the single horn on his forehead? Put him on the table. They like a change of scenery once in a while! Oh. Now it is just like all the other horses. It lost its horn. It doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. I don’t have favorites much. It’s no tragedy, Freckles. Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are. The traffic jars the shelves and things fall off them. I’ll just imagine he had an operation. The horn was removed to make him feel less – freakish!
Laura, The Glass Menagerie