Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
 One dark young beauty
I recollect particularly, all white and
starch, incomparable bosom, with a big
black hooded perambulator, most funereal
 (Laugh. Pause.) The face she had!
 The eyes! Like ... (hesitates) ...
chrysolite! (Pause.) Ah well ...  (Pause.) I
was there when–(Krapp switches off,
broods, switches on again)–the blind went
down, one of those dirty brown roller
affairs, throwing a ball for a little white
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