Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
muckball, all the light and dark and famine and feasting
of...(hesitates) of...(hesitates)...the ages! -(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.  Realizes.
 Switches off.  Consults envelope.) Pah! (Crumples it and
throws it away.  Broods.  Switches on.) Nothing to say, not
a squeak. What's a year now? The sour cud and the iron
stool. (Pause.) Revelled in the word spool. (With relish.)
 Spooool! Happiest moment of the past half million. (Pause.)
 Seventeen copies sold, of which eleven at trade price to
free circulating libraries be
tyond the seas. Getting known.
 (Pause.) One pound six and something, eight I have little
doubt. (Pause.) Crawled out once or twice, before the
summer was cold. Sat shivering in the park, drowned in
dreams and burning to be gone. Not a soul. (Pause.) Last
fancies. (Vehemently.) Keep 'em under! (Pause.) Scalded
the eyes out of me reading Effie again, a page a day, with
tears again. Effie... (Pause.) Could have been happy with
her, up there on the Baltic, and the pines, and the dunes.
 (Pause.) Could I? (Pause.) And she? (Pause.) Pah! (Pause.)
 Fanny came in a couple of times. Bony old ghost of a whore.
 Couldn't do much, but I suppose better than a kick in the
crutch. The last time wasn't so bad. How do you manage it,
said, said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving
up for her all my life. (Pause.) Went to Vespers once, like
when I was in short trousers. (Pause.  Sings.)
 Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh-igh,
Shadows - (coughing, then almost inaudible)-of the
Steal across the sky.
 Finish this drivel in the morning. Or leave it at that.
 (Pause.) Leave it at that. (Pause.) Lie propped up in the
dark - and wander. Be again in the dingle on a Christma
Eve, gathering holly, the red-berried. (Pause.) Be again
on Croghan on a Sunday morning, in the haze, with the bitch,
stop and listen to the bells. (Pause.) And so on. (Pause.)
 Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.)
 Once wasn't enough for you. (Pause.) Lie down across her.
 Long pause.  He suddenly bends over machine, switches off,
wrenches off tape, throws it away, puts on the other, winds
it forward to
t the passhe passage he wants, switches on, listens
 - gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was
hopeless and no good going on, and she agreed, without
opening her eyes. (Pause.)I asked her to look at me and
 I asked her to look at me and
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Krapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande © 2015 Samuel Beckett Digital Manuscript Project.
Editors: Dirk Van Hulle and Vincent Neyt