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[0004] ...birth...into this world...this world...of a tiny
little thing...five pounds premature before her its time...in a godfor - ...what?
girl?...yes all right...tiny little girl...birth into this...in a
godforsaken hole...in the bog...named - ...what?...what?...
the downs? godfo the downs?...godforsaken hole in the ...no...no!...the bog...godforsaken hole in the
downs?
bog...named...named...forgotten gone...no matter......
[0005]to parents unknown...[⁁]unheard of...
he having vanished into...thin air...no sooner done...his devilish work pulled buttoned [✓] up his trousers...and she similarly...
nine eight months
later almost t t to the minute...[0006]so no love...such
as normally showered on the...speechless infant...in
the home...no...nor indeed for that matter any of any
kind...at any subsequent...stage...so usual affair...
nothing worthhy of note
[0007]till...coming up to sixty when...
what?...sixty-five?...coming up to sixty-five...walking
in a field...searching aimlessly for cowslips...to make
a ball...stop & stare into space...when suddenly...gradually...all went out...all that early
April morning light...and she found herself uin the - ...
what?...I? who?...what?...no...no NO!...she...found herself in the dark...
[0008]and if not exactly...insentient...insentient...for she
still could hear the buzzing...so-called!...in the ears...
and a ray of light...such as the moon might cast...drift- light...came and went...came
ing...in and out of cloud
and went...such as the moon might cast...drifting...in and
out of cloud...but lessened dulled...sensation feeling...sensation feeling so lessened dulled...she did not know...what position she was in!...imagine...what position she was in!...
whether standing...or sitting...but the brain - ...what?...
lying?...yes...whether standing...or sitting...or lying...
[0009]but
the brain still...in a sense way...for her first thought was...after some little time to be sure long after...her first thought...
sudden flash...brought up as she had been to believe (laugh)...with the other waifs (laugh)...in a merciful (laugh) merciful (laugh)...God (laugh)...[0010]first
thought was...flash in the dark...she was being punished...for her sins...a number some of which then...further proof if proof were need-
ed...flashed through her mind...
[0011]then dismissed as foolish...
this thought dismissed...as she gradually realized...she was
not suffering!...imagine...not suffering!..indeed could not remember...when she had
suffered less...unless of course she was...meant to be suf-
fering...thought to be suffereing...just as so often in
her life...when clearly intended meant to be thaving pleasure...
she was in fact...having none...not the slightest...in which case
of course...that notion of punishment...for some sin or
other...or for no particular reason...for its own sake...
thing she understood perfectly...that notion of punishment..
Library - Sam. Beckett
MOUTH, upstage audience R,
foot in loose black djellaba, fully faintly lit, [⁁]standing on invisible podium 4' high, shown by attitude alone to be
facing diagonally across stage
single brief movement where indicated. Stage light on when curtain up.
House lights out. Voice continues unintelligible behind curtain,
10 seconds. As curtain rises...
world...birth...into this world...ad lib. leading when curtain
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