Saturday, May 20, 2006

They file. Out. A procession of strange, walks. That. I would not dream of. Inventing one. Walks as if treading water. Another with splayed feet. The gait as if drunk. One has a walking stick. With a splayed claw at the end. I could use that in the play.

The next day, he re-reads the play:

The first scene now. Seems. Very familiar. A disabled man sitting in the sun. Grumbling to the audience. About his lot. The man yesterday who said, "Life is unfair." Powerless to. Stop. His brother being. Taken. To prison. He makes a few. Jokes. To cheer him up. Passes the time. Of day. With Hastings: "What news abroad?"


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