From The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams
Jim: Is it broken?
Laura: Now it is just like all the other horses.
Jim: It’s lost its—
It doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise.
Jim: You’ll never forgive me. I bet that was your favorite piece of glass.
Laura: 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.
Jim: Still I’m awfully sorry that I was the cause.
Laura [Smiling]: I’ll just imagine he had an operation.
The horn was removed to make him feel less—freakish!
[They both laugh.]
Now he will feel more at home with the other horses, the ones that don’t have horns….