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This correlation, along with all of the instances where the Varsouviana polka is mentioned, shows that the Varsouviana polka is indeed representative of Blanche’s insanity.
[The rapid, feverish polka tune, the “Varsouviana,” is heard. The music is in her mind]
The Varsouviana Polka:
The music of the
Varsouviana polka
is a mesmerizing tune and its repetitiveness
shows how listening to this music constantly
could have made
Blanche insane.
Blanche: “It is for me, then! [She looks fearfully from one to the other and then to the portieres. The “Varsouviana” faintly plays] Is it the gentleman I was expecting from Dallas?”
Blanche: “… [She touches her forehead vaguely. The polka tune starts up again.] … That – music again…”
Mitch: “What music?”
Blanche: “The ‘Varsouviana’! The polka tune they were playing when Allan – Wait!
[A distant revolver shot is heard. Blanche seems relieved.]
There now, the shot! It always stops after that.
[The polka music dies out again.]
Yes, now it’s stopped.”
Mitch: “Are you boxed out of your mind?”
[The “Varsouviana” is filtered into a weird distortion, accompanied by the cries and noises of the jungle.]
Stanley: “Ticket! Back to Laurel! On the Greyhound! Tuesday!”
[The Varsouviana music steals in softly and continues playing. Stella rises abruptly and turns her back. Blanche tries to smile. Then she tries to laugh. Then she gives both up and springs from the table and runs into the next room. She clutches her throat and then runs into the bathroom. Coughing, gagging sounds are heard.]
[Polka music sounds, in a minor key faint with distance.]
Blanche: “We danced the Varsouviana! Suddenly in the middle of the dance the boy I had married broke away from me and ran out of the casino. A few moments later – a shot!”
[The Polka stops abruptly.
[… Then, the Polka resumes in a minor key.]
Stanley: “You were married once, weren’t you?”
[The music of the polka rises up, faint in the distance.]
Blanche: “The boy – the boy died. I’m afraid I’m – going to be sick!”