An extremely short play.
Fall: Hello, Pride. Why don’t you go first?
Pride: Okay. *flounces ahead*
Fall: Oh, look. There’s a woman who is congratulating herself on the successful potty training of her fifth child, her ability to exclusively breastfeed, and her organization skills.
Pride: I think I’ll go shake her hand.
Fall: Watch out. She has a tendency to not let go.
Pride: That’s where you come in.
Fall: I love my job.
<Curtain>
Yes, Pride and Fall are two of our everyday acquaintances. They’re like two threads intertwined. They’re inseperable. If you get too much of the former, you also get too much of the latter. One must keep in mind that acquiring too much pride can lead to our downfall (remember Aristotle’s definition of a tragic hero? Hamartia…ring any bells?).
