The Collected Shorter Plays (8 page)

Curtain

Street corner. Ruins
.

A, blind, sitting on a folding-stool, scrapes his fiddle. Beside him the case, half open, upended, surmounted by alms bowl. He stops playing, turns his head audience right, listens. Pause
.

A
A penny for a poor old man, a penny for a poor old man. [
Silence. He resumes playing, stops again, turns his head right, listens. Enter B right, in a wheelchair which he propels by means of a pole. He halts. Irritated
.] A penny for a poor old man!
[
Pause
.]

B
Music! [
Pause
.] So it is not a dream. At last! Nor a vision, they are mute and I am mute before them. [
He advances, halts, looks into bowl. Without emotion
.] Poor wretch. [
Pause
.] Now I may go back, the mystery is over. [
He pushes himself backwards, halts
.] Unless we join together, and live together, till death ensue. [
Pause
.] What would you say to that, Billy, may I call you Billy, like my son? [
Pause
.] Do you like company, Billy? [
Pause
.] Do you like tinned food, Billy?

A
What tinned food?

B
Corned beef, Billy, just corned beef. Enough to keep body and soul together, till summer, with care. [
Pause
.] No? [
Pause
.] A few potatoes too, a few pounds of potatoes too. [
Pause
.] Do you like potatoes, Billy? [
Pause
.] We might even let them sprout and then, when the time
came, put them in the ground, we might even try that. [
Pause
.] I would choose the place and you would put them in the ground.
[
Pause
.] No? [
Pause
.]

A
How are the trees doing?

B
Hard to say. It’s winter, you know.
[
Pause
.]

A
Is it day or night?

B
Oh . . . [
he looks at the sky
] . . . day, if you like. No sun of course, otherwise you wouldn’t have asked. [
Pause
.] Do you follow my reasoning? [
Pause
.] Have you your wits about you, Billy, have you still some of your wits about you?

A
But light?

B
Yes. [
Looks at sky
.] Yes, light, there is no other word for it. [
Pause
.] Shall I describe it to you? [
Pause
.] Shall I try to give you an idea of this light?

A
It seems to me sometimes I spend the night here, playing and listening. I used to feel twilight gather and make myself ready. I put away fiddle and bowl and had only to get to my feet, when she took me by the hand.
[
Pause
.]

B
She?

A
My woman. [
Pause
.] A woman. [
Pause
.] But now . . .
[
Pause
.]

B
Now?

A
When I set out I don’t know, and when I get here I don’t know, and while I am here I don’t know, whether it is day or night.

B
You were not always as you are. What befell you? Women? Gambling? God?

A
I was always as I am.

B
Come!

A
[
violently
] I was always as I am, crouched in the dark, scratching an old jangle to the four winds!

B
[
violently
] We had our women, hadn’t we? You yours to lead you by the hand and I mine to get me out of the chair in the evening and back into it again in the morning and to push me as far as the corner when I went out of my mind.

A
Cripple? [
Without emotion
.] Poor wretch.

B
Only one problem: the about-turn. I often felt, as I struggled, that it would be quicker to go on, right round the world. Till the day I realized I could go home backwards. [
Pause
.] For example, I am at A. [
He pushes himself forward a little, halts
.] I push on to B. [
He pushes himself back a little, halts
.] And I return to A. [
With élan
.] The straight line! The vacant space! [
Pause
.] Do I begin to move you?

A
Sometimes I hear steps. Voices. I say to myself, They are coming back, some are coming back, to try and settle again, or to look for something they had left behind, or to look for someone they had left behind.

B
Come back! [
Pause
.] Who would want to come back here? [
Pause
.] And you never called out? [
Pause
.] Cried out? [
Pause
.] No?

A
Have you observed nothing?

B
Oh me you know, observe . . . I sit there, in my lair, in my chair, in the dark, twenty-three hours out of the twenty-four. [
Violently
.] What would you have me observe? [
Pause
.] Do you think we would make a match, now you are getting to know me?

A
Corned beef, did you say?

B
Apropos, what have you been living on, all this time? You must be famished.

A
There are things lying around.

B
Edible?

A
Sometimes.

B
Why don’t you let yourself die?

A
On the whole I have been lucky. The other day I tripped over a sack of nuts.

B
No!

A
A little sack, full of nuts, in the middle of the road.

B
Yes, all right, but why don’t you let yourself die?

A
I have thought of it.

B
[
irritated
] But you don’t do it!

A
I’m not unhappy enough. [
Pause
.] That was always my unhap, unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

B
But you must be every day a little more so.

A
[
violently
] I am not unhappy enough!
[
Pause
.]

B
If you ask me we were made for each other.

A
[
comprehensive gesture
] What does it all look like now?

B
Oh me you know . . . I never go far, just a little up and down before my door. I never yet pushed on to here till now.

A
But you look about you?

B
No no.

A
After all those hours of darkness you don’t—

B
[
violently
] No! [
Pause
.] Of course if you wish me to look about me I shall. And if you care to push me about I shall try to describe the scene, as we go along.

A
You mean you would guide me? I wouldn’t get lost any more?

B
Exactly. I would say, Easy, Billy, we’re heading for a great muckheap, turn back and wheel left when I give you the word.

A
You’d do that!

B
[
pressing his advantage
] Easy, Billy, easy, I see a round tin over there in the gutter, perhaps it’s soup, or baked beans.

A
Baked beans!
[
Pause
.]

B
Are you beginning to like me? [
Pause
.] Or is it only my imagination?

A
Baked beans! [
He gets up, puts down fiddle and bowl on the stool and gropes towards B
.] Where are you?

B
Here, dear fellow. [
A lays hold of the chair and starts pushing it blindly
.] Stop!

A
[
pushing the chair
] It’s a gift! A gift!

B
Stop! [
He strikes behind him with the pole. A lets go the chair, recoils. Pause. A gropes towards his stool, halts, lost
.] Forgive me! [
Pause
.] Forgive me, Billy!

A
Where am I? [
Pause
.] Where was I?

B
Now I’ve lost him. He was beginning to like me and I struck him. He’ll leave me and I’ll never see him again. I’ll never see anyone again. We’ll never hear the human voice again.

A
Have you not heard it enough? The same old moans and groans from the cradle to the grave.

B
[
groaning
] Do something for me, before you go!

A
There! Do you hear it? [
Pause. Groaning
.] I can’t go! [
Pause
.] Do you hear it?

B
You can’t go?

A
I can’t go without my things.

B
What good are they to you?

A
None.

B
And you can’t go without them?

A
No. [
He starts groping again, halts
.] I’ll find them in the end. [
Pause
.] Or leave them for ever behind me.
[
He starts groping again
.]

B
Straighten my rug, I feel the cold air on my foot. [
A halts
.] I’d do it myself, but it would take too long. [
Pause
.] Do that for me, Billy. Then I may go back, settle in the old nook again and say, I have seen man for the last time, I struck him and he succoured me. [
Pause
.] Find a few rags of love in my heart and die reconciled, with my species. [
Pause
.] What has you gaping at me like that? [
Pause
.] Have I said something I shouldn’t have? [
Pause
.] What does my soul look like?
[
A gropes towards him
.]

A
Make a sound.
[
B makes one. A gropes towards it, halts
.]

B
Have you no sense of smell either?

A
It’s the same stink everywhere. [
He stretches out his hand
.] Am I within reach of your hand?
[
He stands motionless with outstretched hand
.]

B
Wait, you’re not going to do me a service for nothing? [
Pause
.] I mean unconditionally? [
Pause
.] Good God!
[
Pause. He takes A’s hand and draws it towards him
.]

A
Your foot.

B
What?

A
You said your foot.

B
Had I but known! [
Pause
.] Yes, my foot, tuck it in. [
A stoops, groping
.] On your knees, on your knees, you’ll be more at your ease. [
He helps him to kneel at the right place
.] There.

A
[
irritated
] Let go my hand! You want me to help you and you hold my hand! [
B lets go his hand. A fumbles in the rug
.] Have you only one leg?

B
Just the one.

A
And the other?

B
It went bad and was removed.
[
A tucks in the foot
.]

A
Will that do?

B
A little tighter. [
A tucks in tighter
.] What hands you have!
[
Pause
.]

A
[
groping towards B’s torso
] Is all the rest there?

B
You may stand up now and ask me a favour.

A
Is all the rest there?

B
Nothing else has been removed, if that is what you mean.
[
A’s hand, groping higher, reaches the face, stays
.]

A
Is that your face?

B
I confess it is. [
Pause
.] What else could it be? [
A’s fingers stray, stay
.] That? My wen.

A
Red?

B
Purple. [
A withdraws his hand, remains kneeling
.] What hands you have!
[
Pause
.]

A
Is it still day?

B
Day? [
Looks at sky
.] If you like. [
Looks
.] There is no other word for it.

A
Will it not soon be evening?
[
B stoops to A, shakes him
.]

B
Come, Billy, get up, you’re beginning to incommode me.

A
Will it not soon be night?
[
B looks at sky
.]

B
Day . . . night . . . [
Looks
.] It seems to me sometimes the earth must have got stuck, one sunless day, in the heart of winter, in the grey of evening. [
Stoops to A, shakes him
.] Come on, Billy, up, you’re beginning to embarrass me.

A
Is there grass anywhere?