Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
 Unattainable laxation. Sneers at what he calls his youth
and thanks to God that
it is it's over. - false ring. False ring there. (Pause.) Shadows of
the opus...magnum. Closing with a - (brief laugh) -
yelp to Providence. (Prolonged laugh in which Krapp joins.)
 What remains of all that misery? A girl in a shabby green
coat, on a railway-station platform? No?
 When I look - (Krapp switches off, broods, looks at his watch,
gets up and goes backstage into darkness.  Ten seconds.  Pop
of cork.  Ten seconds.  Pop of second cork.  Ten seconds.  Pop
of third cork.  Ten seconds.  Brief burst of quavering song.
 - back on the year that is gone, with what I hope is perhaps
a glint of the old eye to come, there is of course the house
on the canal where mother lay a-dying, in the
early late autumn,
after her long viduity (Krapp gives a start), and the -
 (Krapp switches off, winds back tape a little, bends his ear
closer to machine, switches on) - a-dying, in the
autumn, after her long viduity, and the -
 (reading from dictionary). State - or condition - of being - or remaining - a
d iwo - or widower widow - or widower. (Looks up.  Puzzled.)
 Being - or remaining?...
-(Pause.  He peers again at dictionary.
 Reading.) "Deep weeds of viduity"...Also of an animal, especially
a bird...The vidua or weaver-bird...Black plumage of males...
 (He looks up.  With relish.) The vidua-b
 Pause.  He closes dictionary, switches on, resumes listening
 - bench by the weir from where I could see her window. There
day after day in the biting wind, wishing she were gone. (Pause.) Deserted Hardly a soul just a few regulars, nursemaids, infants, old
spot it was,
men, dogs. I got to know them quite well - oh by appearance of
course I mean!
 One dark young beauty I recollect particularly,
all white and starch, incomparable bosom, with a big black
hooded perambulator, most funereal thing. Whenever I looked
in her direction she had her eyes on me. And yet when I was
bold enough to speak to her - not having been introduced -
she threatened to call a policeman. As if I had designs on her
! virtue! (Laugh.) (Pause.) The face she
eys! eyes! Like...(hesitates)...chrysolite! (Pause.)
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