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gentle—
…. assembles a divinity.
Gentleman loud—
Downstairs I tender the right….
Old woman—
After dinner the women smoke and the men retire to the front room.
Woman high—
Some men, they say, entered the forest today; it was a bad omen; not long after a tree fell.
Young man in study—
Will they come in scarlet or in the month of the first canterbury bells?
Woman low—
Have you been….
Woman high—
…. to the bread-eaters' lately?
Young man in study—
Marigolds in stink-orange.
Old woman—
I suppose if they need stones she'll have to go along; they'll want time to pay for em.
Young man—
Always through windows a curtain about somebody else. ( He gets up to look through curtains—whether door or window audience cannot tell .)
Woman low—
( Near ) When I'm alone it's an open day. I clouded myself on him.
Woman husky—
But surely there is another who scenes passably?
Woman low—
( Nearer ) Night that opens its puny residua unoccupied of sleep….
Young man—
( Now back at desk, looks up quickly at curtains, is silent. )
( Even “sound” ceases. There is now and while young girl and man are to talk normal and absolute quiet. Girl's voice, for she is never seen, is intimate. )
Young girl plain—
Garden plans? I couldn't pre-arrange a garden. I'd hate to come upon a flower and find I'd put it there.
Young man—
Who are you?
Young girl—
O.S.R. Return.
Young man—
Only scientists have three initials and a last name.
Young girl—
My hand scratches seeds of whorfels.
Young man—
She's unconscious. It must be her strong will that does it.
Young girl—
And corners are precarious beasts. They put a wall of weeping between us, suffering, the technologic absolute.
Young man—
( Shifting in his chair ) My dear, I have other affiliations. It's been penciled and ruled. My life is elsewhere.
( Confused murmur begins off stage. )
Young girl illumined—
Oh, I shouldn't want you to be faithful to me alone.
( Study light is off immediately. Servant's pantomimes again, definite. )
Old man—
( Puts his arm around the old woman ) That's a very good mousetrap.
Old Woman—
How comes?
( Confused murmur becomes “sound”. Light is turned on as if by someone unseen; no one there; light goes off again .)
Gentleman gentle—
Minockua….
Woman high—
….the day is fattening….
Gentleman loud—
….Brimble….
Woman husky—
…. the Brand….
( Doors close, keys jingle. )
        Curtain .
    THE PRESIDENT OF THE HOLDING COMPANY
    PRESIDENT
    I will enforce it that after supper you speak about dusk.
    SECRETARY
    I have this concrete immolence
    VOICE OUTSIDE
    this messenger from the dead.
    PRESIDENT
    Have you looked up Sumatra's defence of cat-tails?
    SECRETARY
    Pardon sir, who gives you frantic worry when the rest of us boop on the stairs?
    PRESIDENT
    I consume it my dignity
    VOICE OUTSIDE
    to go straight to the devil
    PRESIDENT
    Stuff and retain him…I'll have him by the stem of his hat.
    SECRETARY
    O Matchbox, save him, he's the best timidity we have.
    PRESIDENT
    O why am I tired why haven't I
    a circumlocus of design
    someone to come in and say
    the pears smell ripe here . .
    But I'm bound to the fears of my weathers.
    Are you ready to release the evening?
    SECRETARY
    Maygo is waving his voice by the well.
    PRESIDENT
    Success like raisins comes first in the mouth.
    But who wants a mouthful of raisins?
    VOICES OUTSIDE
    Sylva Wergles was a worty witchwoo
    She lived by the side of a tree.
    She combed the worldside for pennies and peas
    And woo-ed a few sallies to sea.
    O my, said the counterfeit judge, By the boo
    You cost me a tendril and then a long shoot.
    Get thee from me and relate
    How frogs come out of a gate.
    SECRETARY
    It can't be commercial poetry.
    PRESIDENT
    I doubt its prowess. It lacks compulsion.
    VOICES OUTSIDE
    O sweet little Tilda's an open sale
    She comes from a baudy and lands in a gale.
    She tunes up the strings of her gay rig-a-roo
    And plays a high banner to how so come who.
    PRESIDENT
    The