An Inspector Calls - J. B. Priestley

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J. B. Priestley

Introduction

My aim is to explain a key scene from the play ‘An Inspector Calls’, how it might be staged and to explain the role of my chosen character Mr Birling in this part of the play.

This is the key scene:

Birling (solemnly)

        But this is point. I don’t want to lecture you two young fellows         again. But what so many of you don’t seem to understand now,         when things are so much easier, is that a man has to make his own         way – has to look after himself –  and his family too, of course, when         he has one – and so long as he does that he won’t come to much         harm. But the way some of these cranks talk and write now, you’d         think         that everyone has to look after everyone else, as if we were all         mixed up together like bees in a hive – community and all that         nonsense. But take my word for it, you youngsters –and I’ve learned         in the good hard school of experience – that a man has to         mind his         own business and look after himself and his own – and –

        (We hear the sharp ring of the front door bell. Birling stops to listen.)

Eric

        Somebody at the front door.

Birling

        Edna’ll answer it. Well, have another glass of port, Gerald –         and then we’ll join the ladies. That’ll stop me giving you good         advice.

Eric

        Yes, you’ve piled it on a bit tonight Father.

Birling

        Special occasion. And feeling contented, for once, I wanted         you to have the benefit of my experience.

        (EDNA enters.)

Edna

        Please, sir, an inspector’s called.

Birling

        An inspector? What kind of inspector?

Edna

        A police inspector. He says his name’s Inspector Goole.

Birling

        Don’t know him. Does he want to see me?

Edna

        Yes, sir. He says it’s important.

Birling

        All right, Edna. Show him in here. Give us some more light.

        (EDNA does, then goes out.)

        I’m still on the Bench. It may be something about a         warrant.

Gerald (lightly)

        Sure to be. Unless Eric’s been up to something. (Nodding         confidentially to Birling) And that would be awkward,         wouldn’t it?

Birling (humorously)

        Very.

Eric (who is uneasy, sharply)

        Here, what do you mean?

Birling (lightly)

        Only something we were talking about when you were out. A joke         really.

Join now!

Eric (still uneasy)

        Well, I don’t think it’s very funny.

Birling (sharply, staring at him)

        What’s the matter with you?

Eric (defiantly)

        Nothing.

Edna (opening door, and announcing)

        Inspector Goole.

        (The INSPECTOR enters, and Edna goes, closing the door after         her. The         INSPECTOR need not be a big man but he creates at once an impression of         massiveness, solidity and purposefulness. He is a man in his fifties, dressed in         a plain darkish suit of the period. He speaks carefully, weightily, and has a         disconcerting habit of looking hard at the person he addresses before actually ...

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