MS-HRC-DA-145-1

[1384] Will you look at the sky, pig!

[1385] (LUCKY looks at the sky)

[1386] Good, that's enough.

[1387] (They stop looking at the sky)

[1388] What is there so extraordinary about it? [1389] Qua sky?
[1390] It is pale and luminous like any sky at this hour
of the day. [1391] (pause) [1392] In these latitudes.[1393] (pause)
[1394] When the weather is fine. [1395] (lyrical) [1396] An hour ago
(he looks at his watch, prosaic) roughly (lyrical)
after having poured forth ever since (he hesitates,
prosaic) say ten o'clock in the morning (lyrical)
tirelessly torrents of red and white light it
began to lose its effulgence, to grow pale (gesture
of the two hands lapsing by stages) pale, ever a
little paler, a little paler, until (dramatic
pause, ample gesture of the two hands flung wide
apart) pppfff! finished! it comes to rest. [1397] (silence)

[1398] But - (hand raised in admonition) - but - behind
this veil of gentleness and peace (he raises his
eyes to the sky, the others imitate him, except
Lucky) night is charging (vibrantly) and will
burst upon us (he snaps his fingers) bang ^{[place = supralinear] POP}! like
that! (his inspiration leaves him) just when we
least expect it. [1399] (Silence. [1400] Gloomy) [1401] That's how
it is on this bitch of an earth.

[1402] (Long silence)