← Another thing that she is thinking is this: she is going to die. Antigone is young. She would much rather live than die. 🔊✎
← Not beautiful like us, but in another way. You know it's you that makes the little punks turn their heads when you walk by them; and the girls watch you and suddenly they don't have a thing to say, they just stare until you've gone round the corner. 🔊✎
← (Another silence, then she continues in a different tone of voice.) ✎
← As soon as Ismene has left, Creon enters through another door, with his page. ✎
← You've heard the priests of Thebes doing the burial ceremony? You've seen those poor, tired church employees cutting short their gestures, gabbling the words, trying to get it over quickly enough so that they can fit in another stiff before they break for lunch? 🔊✎
← And as soon as he was with the Argives, the assassination attempts started against your father, against an old man who hadn't decided to die and hand over his kingdom. One attempt after another, and when we caught one of the hitmen they always ended up saying they'd been paid by him. Though not just by him, I might add. 🔊✎
← In the caverns of Hades, at the gates of the city. In broad daylight. Another weird assignment for the people in the business. 🔊✎
← Antigone is at the far end of the tomb. She has hanged herself with her belt of blue and green and red cords, which looks like a child's necklace on her, and Haemon, kneeling, holds her in his arms and groans, his face buried in her gown. They move away another block and Creon can finally enter. You see his white hair in the shadows in the depths of the cave. He tries to raise up Haemon, he begs him. 🔊✎
← Not for you, Creon. There is still another thing to come. Eurydice, the queen, your wife... 🔊✎