← Once, I tied you to a tree and cut your hair, your lovely hair... 🔊✎
← 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... 🔊✎
← 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? 🔊✎
← This is a story of two conmen who conned each other while they were conning us and cut each other's throats like a couple of petty criminals settling scores... 🔊✎
← But Haemon looks at him with his child's eyes, heavy with contempt, and Creon cannot avoid his gaze that cuts him like a knife. Haemon stares at the old man trembling at the other end of the cavern and then, without saying anything, he plunges the sword into his stomach and stretches himself out beside Antigone, kissing her in the middle of a huge pool of blood. 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎