Digital Manuscript ProjectKrapp's Last Tape / La Dernière Bande
her how she came by it. Picking 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
l 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
yhey opened. (Pause.  Low.)
 Let me in. (Pause.) We drifted
in among the
reeds flags and stuck. The way they went down, sighing,
before the stem! (Pause.) I lay down across her with my face
in her brea
tsts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But
under us all moved, and moved us,
up and down, and gently,
up and down, and from side to side.
 Past midnight. Never knew -
 Krapp switches off, broods.  Finally he fumbles in his pockets,
bana banana, takes it out, peers at it, throws it puts it back, fumbles, brings out the envelope, fumbles, puts back
the envelope, looks at his watch, gets up and goes backstage
into darkness.  Ten seconds.  Sound of bottle against glass,
then brief siphon.  Ten seconds.  Bottle against glass alone.
 Ten seconds.  He comes back a little unsteadily into light,
goes to front of table, takes out keys, raises them to his
eyes, chooses key,
takes opens unlocks first drawer, peers into it,
feels about inside, takes out reel, peers at it, locks
drawer, puts keys back in his pocket, goes and sits down,
takes reel off machine, la
tys it on dictionary, loads virgin
reel on machine, takes envelope from his pocket, consults
back of it, lays it on table, broods, switches on, clears
his throat and begins to record.
 Just been listening to that stupid bastard I took myself for
thirty years ago, hard to believe I was ever as bad as that.
 Thank God that's all done with anyway. (Pause.) The eyes she
had! (Broods, realizes he is recording silence, switches off,
broods.  Finally.) Everything there, everything, all the -
 (Realizes this is not being recorded, switches on.) Every-
thing 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. (Broods.  Realizes.
 Switches off.  Consults envelope.) Pah! (Crumples it and throws
it away.  Broods.  Switches on.) 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.)
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Editors: Dirk Van Hulle and Vincent Neyt