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61 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1961
Winnie: "Another heavenly day."Im ersten Akt steckt Winnie, "eine etwa 50-j盲hrige, gut erhaltene Blondine", bis 眉ber die H眉fte in einem Erdh眉gel, der die gesamte Mitte der B眉hne einnimmt. Sie schl盲ft vorn眉ber gebeugt, den Kopf in den Armen ruhend. Erst das lange, durchdringende Schrillen einer Klingel weckt sie aus ihrem Schlummer. Neben ihr steht eine gro脽e schwarze Einkaufstasche, aus der sie im Laufe des ersten Aktes 鈥� neben verschiedenen Hygieneartikeln, Schminkutensilien und einer Lupe 鈥� auch einen Revolver hervorkramt. Gegen die glei脽ende Sonne, in die das St眉ck von Anfang bis Ende getaucht ist, versucht sie sich mit einem kleinen Sonnenschirm zu sch眉tzen, der jedoch bald in Flammen aufgeht. Ihr Oberk枚rper, 眉ber dessen nackte Schultern eine Perlenkette h盲ngt, ist bereits so steif geworden, dass sie sich nicht weit genug nach hinten wenden kann, um zu sehen, was in ihrem R眉cken vor sich vorgeht.
Is gravity what it was, Willie, I fancy not. [Pause.] Yes, the feeling more and more that if I were not held鈥擺gesture]鈥攊n this way, I would simply float up into the blue. [Pause.] And that perhaps some day the earth will yield and let me go, the pull is so great, yes, crack all round me and let me out. [Pause.] Don鈥檛 you ever have that feeling, Willie, of being sucked up? [Pause.] Don鈥檛 you have to cling on sometimes, Willie? [Pause. She turns a little towards him.] Willie. [Pause.]
Ah yes, so little to say, so little to do, and the fear so great, certain days, of finding oneself . . . left, with hours still to run, before the bell for sleep, and nothing more to say, nothing more to do, that the days go by, certain days go by, quite by, the bell goes, and little or nothing said, little or nothing done. [Raising parasol.] That is the danger. [Turning front.] To be guarded against. [She gazes front, holding up parasol with right hand. Maximum pause.]
With the sun blazing so much fiercer down, and hourly fiercer, is it not natural things should go on fire never known to do so, in this way I mean, spontaneous like. [Pause.] Shall I myself not melt perhaps in the end, or burn, oh I do not mean necessarily burst into flames, no, just little by little be charred to a black cinder, all this鈥擺ample gesture of arms]鈥攙isible flesh. [Pause.] On the other hand, did I ever know a temperate time? [Pause.] No.
WINNIE:
鈥� Willie, speaking of your hair, them or it? (Pause.) The hair on your head, I mean. (Pause. Turning a little further.) The hair on your head, Willie, what would you say speaking of the hair on your head, them or it?
Long pause.
WILLIE:
It.
WINNIE:
(turning back front, joyful) Oh you are going to talk to me today, this is going to be a happy day! (Pause. Joy off.) Another happy day.
(Pause.)
Ah yes, so little to say, so little to do, and the fear so great, certain days, of finding oneself ... left, with hours still to run, before the bell for sleep, and nothing more to say, nothing more to do, that the days go by, certain days go by, quite by, the bell goes, and little or nothing said, little or nothing done.