Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
to her - not having been introduced - she threatened to
call a policeman. As if I had designs on her virtue! (Laugh.)
 The face she had! The eyes! Like...(hesitates)...chrysolite!
 Ah well...(Pause.) I was there when - (Krapp switches off,
broods, switches on again) - the blind went down, one of
those dirty brown roller affairs, throwing a ball for a
tre-haired fox-terrier, as chance would have it.
 (Pause.) In the end I held it out to him and he took it in
his mouth, gently, gently. A small, old, black, solid rubber
ball. (Pause.) I shall feel it, in my hand, until my dying
day. (Pause.) I might have kept it. (Pause.) But I gave it
dog ! dog.
 This I imagine
is what I have chiefly to record this evening, against the
day when my work will be done and perhaps no place left
in my memory, warm or cold, for the miracle that...
(hesitat (hesitates)?.. (hesitates)...for the fire that set it
alight. What I suddenly saw then was this, that the belief
I had been going on all my life, namely -
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