Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
 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 morn-
ing. 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.
 - gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it
was hopeless and no good going on and she agreed,
without opening her eyes. (pause) I asked her to
look at me and after a few moments - (pause) -
after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits,
because of the glare. I bent over her to get them in
the shadow and they opened. (pause. Low) Let me
in. (pause) We drifted in among the flags and stuck.
Krapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande © 2015 Samuel Beckett Digital Manuscript Project.
Editors: Dirk Van Hulle and Vincent Neyt