Prior I and Prior II Prior's ancestors who are summoned from the dead to help prepare the way for the Angel's arrival. Like Emily, she urges her friend to settle down and remain at home. Sister Ella Chapter A real estate agent who handles the sale of Hannah's house in Salt Lake. Martin is fundamentally spineless, allowing Roy to manipulate him in order to impress Joe and then taking the abuse that Roy heaps on him along with a blackmail threat. Martin Heller A Justice Department official and political ally of Roy's. Emily is one of several characters who give voice to the same anti-migratory impulse as the Angel, she tells Prior in no uncertain terms to stay put.

She summons him whenever she wants to escape from her present surroundings Henry Roy's doctor, whom Roy threatens with destruction lest he refer to him as a homosexual Emily A nurse who attends to Prior in the hospital. Lies is one of Harper's imaginary creations. Lies A travel agent who resembles a jazz musician, Mr. Rabbi Isador Chemelwitz An elderly rabbi who delivers the eulogy at the funeral of Sarah Ironson Mr. The Ethel of the play returns as a ghost to take satisfaction in the death of her persecutor, Roy. At least I think that’s so.Ethel Rosenberg A real-life Jewish woman who was executed for treason during the McCarthy era. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them and was repaired. But I saw something that only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. When we hit 35,000 feet we’ll have reached the tropopause, the great belt of calm air, as close as I’ll ever get to the ozone. God, it’s been years since I was on a plane.

“Night flight to San Francisco chase the moon across America.

Millennium Approaches by Tony Kushner