← And then one night, a ball night when he had danced with no one but Ismene, a night when Ismene had been dazzling in her new gown, he had gone over to find Antigone, who was dreaming in a corner like she is now, her arms around her knees, and he had asked her to be his wife. 🔊✎
← It must be so easy not to think bad thoughts when you have all that beautiful silky hair just lying there around your head. 🔊✎
← Antigone, little sister, we're all here around you, Haemon and nurse and me, and Grace, your dog. We love you and us, we're all alive, and we need you. 🔊✎
← The friends of Polynices with their gold blocked in Thebes, the tribunes of the people, stinking of garlic, suddenly in cahoots with the princes, and the priests fishing around to see what they can get out of it... 🔊✎
← Death is there, and treason and despair, all ready to use, and the outbursts, and the storms, and the silences, all the silences: the silence when the headsman raises his axe at the end, the silence at the beginning when the two lovers are naked in front of each other for the first time in the dark bedroom, without daring to move, the silence when the crowd's screams burst out around the conqueror and it's like a film where the sound has been cut, all those open mouths with nothing coming out, all that commotion which is just a picture, and the conqueror, who has already been conquered, alone in the middle of his silence... 🔊✎
← And when I grabbed hold of her she starts twisting around, biting and scratching, she wants to carry on, she yells at me to let her go, the body isn't properly covered up yet. 🔊✎
← Ah, your faces, your poor faces all thirsting after happiness! You're the ugly ones, even the most beautiful. You have something ugly around your eyes and your mouths. 🔊✎
← Fearful news. They had finished putting Antigone into her cave. They had not quite finished rolling the last blocks of stone into place when Creon and those around him hear groans suddenly coming from the tomb. Everyone stops talking and listens, because it is not Antigone's voice. It is a new sound coming from the depths of the cave... 🔊✎
← And then she went into her bedroom, her bedroom that smelled of lavender, with little embroidered doilies and plush frames, and there she cut her throat, Creon. She is stretched out now on one of the little old-fashioned twin beds, in the same place where you first saw her when she was still a girl, and with the same smile, just a little sadder. And if there weren't that large red stain on the sheets around her neck, you'd think she was asleep. 🔊✎