← 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... 🔊✎
← Creon and Antigone are alone, facing each other. ✎
← A silence. They look at each other. ✎
← I am your uncle, we both know that, but we're not very nice to each other in this family. 🔊✎
← At least the animals are simple and kind and tough. They move forward bravely on the same road, each one pushing the one in front. If one of them drops dead, the others go on, and it doesn't matter how many die, there's always one of each species left to make more and carry on down the same road, just as they always have. 🔊✎
← There is a long silence, they don't move, they don't look at each other, then Antigone says softly: ✎
← Yes I am ugly! It's so disgusting, isn't it, this shouting, this grabbing at each other like beggars fighting. 🔊✎
← I have lain them down to sleep next to each other, finally! They are washed now and rested. They just look a little pale, but so calm. Two lovers on the morning after their first night. It is over for them. 🔊✎