Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
thought it was hopeless and no good going on
., She and she agreed,
hthout opening her eyes. I(Pause.) I asked her to look at me
and after a few moments - (
Ppause) - after a few moments she
did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare. I bent
over her to
bget them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause.
 Low.) Let me in. (Pause.) We drifted in among the reeds and
stuck. The way they bent, sighing, before the stem
 I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand
on her. We lay without moving. But underneath us all moved,
and moved us, gently up and down, and from side to side.
 Past midnight. Never knew -
 Krapp switches off, broods.  Finally he fumbles in his waistcoat
pockets, encounters the banana-skin, peers at it throws it away, fumbles,
brings out the envelope,
puts it back fumbles, puts back the
envelope, looks at his watch, gets up and goes backstage into
darkness.  Ten seconds.  Sound of bottle against glass, then
brief siphon.  Ten
sottle seconds.  Bottle against glass alone.
 Ten seconds.  He comes back a little unsteadily into light,
goes to front of table, takes out keys, raises them to his
eyes, unlocks banana drawer, peers and feels in it, locks it
again, unlocks other drawer, peers and fumbles, takes out a
tape reel, holds it up [⁁] high between finger and thumb, locks the
drawer, goes and sits down, takes
tape off pachine , lays it
on top of dictionary, puts the fresh
one tape on machine, takes en-
velope from his pocket, consults back of it, lays in on the
table, switches on, joins the t
oips of his finger , coughs and begins to record.
 Just been listening to that stupid bastard I took myself for
thirty years ago, hard to believe I was ever as bad as that. [⁁]Thank God that's over anyway!
 (Pause.) The eyes she had! (Broods, realizes he is recording
silence, switches off, broods.  Finally.) Everything there,
everything, all the - (Realizes this is not being recorded,
switches on.) Everything there, everything on earth, all the
light and dark and
hunger and...(brief hesitation)...crapulence famine and feasting of...(hesitates)...
the ages! (
Violently In a shout.) Yes! (Pause.)
 Let that go! Jesus! Take
his mind off his homework! Jesus! (Pause.  Weary.) Ah well,
maybe he was right. (Pause.) Maybe he was right. (Broods.  Real-
izes.  Switches off.  Consults envelope.) Pah! (Crumples it and
throws it away.  Broods.  Switches on.) Nothing to say, not a
thing. What's a year now. Chewed cuds and hard stools.
irreversible constip- (Pause.) Revelled in the word spool. (With relish.)
 Spooool! Happiest moment of the year. (Pause.) Seventeen copies
sold, of which eleven at half-price to
lending free lending libraries overseas. Getting
known. One pound six and something, eight
no I have little doubt. (Pause.)
 Crawled out once or twice, before the summer was corpsed. Sat
in the pa
rrk with the brats and the skivvies, drowned in dreams
and wishing I were gone. (Pause.) Last fancies.
Swore to fight[⁁] them off. [⁁] Keep them under. Go mad altogether if I don't keep them under. [⁁][0342|001] (Pause.)[0342|002] Resolutions.[0342|003] (Pause.)[0342|004] Aspirations. (Pause.)
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Editors: Dirk Van Hulle and Vincent Neyt