all down that side of my face and it burned it all away. It ate my face up. It ate me up. And now it’s like this and it won’t ever be any different.
Mr. Lamb: No. Derry: Aren’t you interested? Mr.
Lamb: You’re a boy who came into the garden. Plenty do. I’m interested in anybody. Any- thing.
There’s nothing God made that doesn’t interest me. Look over there.... over beside the far wall. What can you see?
Derry: Rubbish. Mr. Lamb: Rubbish? Look, boy, look....
what do you see? Derry: Just....grass and stuff. Weeds. Mr.
Lamb: Some call them weeds. If you like, then....a weed garden, that. There’s fruit and there are flowers, and trees and herbs. All sorts.
But over there.... weeds. I grow weeds there. Why is one green,growing plant called a weed and another ‘flower’?
Where’s the difference? It’s all life.... growing. Same as you and me.
Derry: We’re not the same. Unit- - THE CHALLENGE - - - Mr. Lamb: I’m old. You’re young.
You’ve got a burned face, I’ve got a tin leg. Not important. You’re standing there.... I’m sitting here.
Where’s the difference? Derry: Why have you got a tin leg? Mr. Lamb: Real one got blown off, years back.
Lamey- Lamb, some kids say. Haven’t you heard them? You will. Lamey-Lamb.
It fits. Doesn’t trouble me. Derry: But you can put on trousers and cover it up and no one sees, they don’t have to notice and stare. Mr.
Lamb: Some do. Some don’t. They get tired of it, in the end. There’s plenty of other things to stare at.
Derry: Like my face. Mr. Lamb: Like crab apples or the weeds or a spider climbing up a silken ladder, or my tall sun-flowers. Derry: Things.
Mr. Lamb: It’s all relative. Beauty and the Beast . Derry: What’s that supposed to mean?
Mr. Lamb: You tell me. Derry: You needn’t think they haven’t all told me that fairy story before. ‘ It’s not what you look like, it’s what you are inside.
Handsome is as handsome does. Beauty loved