Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
 Extraordinary silence this evening, I strain my ears and
do not hear a sound. Old Miss McGlome always sings
at this hour. But not tonight. Songs of her girlhood, she
says. Hard to think of her as a girl. Wonderful woman
though. Connaught, I fancy. (Pause.) Shall I sing when I
am her age, if I ever am? No. (Pause.) Did I sing as a
boy? No. (Pause.) Did I ever sing? No.
 Well out of that,
Jesus yes! Hopeless business. (Pause.) Not much about
her, apart from a tribute to her eyes. Very warm. I
suddenly saw them again. (Pause.) Incomparable! (Pause.)
 Ah well.... (Pause.) These old P.M.s are gruesome, but
I often find them—(KRAPP switches off, broods, switches
on)—a help before embarking on a new...(hesitates)
 (Brief laugh of KRAPP alone.) Statistics. Seventeen
hundred hours, out of the preceding eight thousand odd,
consumed on licensed premises alone. More than 20 per
cent, say 40 per cent of his waking life. (Pause.) Plans
for a less...(hesitates)...engrossing sexual life. Last
illness of his father. Flagging pursuit of happiness.
 Unattainable laxation. Sneers at what he calls his youth
and thanks to God that it's over. (Pause.) False ring
there. (Pause.) Shadows of the opus...magnum.
 Closing with a—(brief laugh)—yelp to Providence.
 (Prolonged laugh in which KRAPP joins.) What remains of
all that misery? A girl in a shabby green coat, on a
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