Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
 raises his head, stares blankly front. Puzzled.) Black
ball?... (He peers again at ledger, reads.) The dark
nurse.... (He raises his head, broods, peers again at
ledger, reads.) Slight improvement in bowel condition.
 ...Hm.... Memorable...what? (He peers closer.)
 Equinox, memorable equinox. (He raises his head, stares
blankly front. Puzzled.) Memorable equinox?...
 (Pause. He shrugs his shoulders, peers again at ledger,
reads.) Farewell to—(he turns page)—love.
 He raises his head, broods, bends over machine, switches
on and assumes listening posture, i.e. leaning forward,
elbows on table, hand cupping ear towards machine, face
 (strong voice, rather pompous, clearly Krapp's at a much
earlier time.)[ ] Thirty-nine today, sound as a—(Settling
himself more comfortably he knocks one of the boxes off
the table, curses, switches off, sweeps boxes and ledger
violently to the ground, winds tape back to beginning,
switches on, resumes posture.)
 Not a soul. Sat before the fire with closed eyes,
separating the grain from the husks. Jotted down a few
notes, on the back of an envelope. Good to be back in
my den, in my old rags. Have just eaten I regret to say
three bananas and only with difficulty refrained from a
fourth. Fatal things for a man with my condition.
 (Vehemently.) Cut 'em out! (Pause.) The new light above
my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness
round me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I
love to get up and move about in it, then back here to
...(hesitates)...me. (Pause.) Krapp.
([₰] Pause. )[₰]
 The grain, now what I wonder do I mean by that, I
mean...(hesitates)...I suppose I mean those things
Krapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande © 2015 Samuel Beckett Digital Manuscript Project.
Editors: Dirk Van Hulle and Vincent Neyt