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Abel: That’s it, then:
we give up? (Pause) I’ve just had an idea!
Bela: Mm?
Abel: We’ve got it,
we’ve got our text! This can be the whole thing. The dialogue about death,
childhood, the miracles, the discovery of love, the wood, the rubbish dump,
the seminary, the unnatural mother, the court, everything, the lot. And to
start with, of course, the orgy at the President’s.
Bela: Oh no, not again!
Abel: Why not? (Pause) Come on, a bit of humour.
Bela: Oh, humour…(Long
Pause) We must aim for the essential. The universal. The human heart. Its
innermost depths. Dig deep into ourselves. (Pause) I dig deep into myself,
and what do I find? (Pause) What do I find?
Abel: A rub-bish dump |
