Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
 Everything there, everything, all the - (realizes
this is not being recorded, switches on) Everything
there, everything on this old muckball, all the light
and dark and famine and feasting 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.
 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 beyond 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
 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.
Krapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande © 2015 Samuel Beckett Digital Manuscript Project.
Editors: Dirk Van Hulle and Vincent Neyt