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 girl-
hood, she says. Hard to think of her as a girl. Wonder-
ful 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?
 Just been listening to an old year, passages at random.
 I did not check in the book, but it must be at least ten
or twelve years ago. At that time I think I was still
living on and off with Bianca in Kedar Street. 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
- a help before embarking on a new...(hesitates)
...retrospect. Hard to believe I was ever that
young whelp. The voice! Jesus! And the aspira-
 (brief laugh in which KRAPP joins) And
the resolutions! (brief laugh in which KRAPP joins)
 To drink less, in particular. (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,
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Editors: Dirk Van Hulle and Vincent Neyt