Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
 (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, she 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 evening
Steal across the sky.
 (Gasping.) Went to sleep and fell off the pew. (Pause.)
 Sometimes wondered in the night if a last effort mightn't
—(Pause.) Ah finish your booze now and get to your
bed. Go on with 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
Christmas 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.
Krapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande module © 2015 Samuel Beckett Digital Manuscript Project.
Editors: Dirk Van Hulle and Vincent Neyt