← How many times have I told myself: "Dear God, the little one, she's not enough of a flirt! Always the same dress and she doesn't even comb her hair. The boys won't see anyone but Ismene with her curls and her ribbons and they'll leave me to look after the other one. 🔊✎
← Once, I tied you to a tree and cut your hair, your lovely hair... 🔊✎
← (She strokes Ismene's hair) ✎
← It must be so easy not to think bad thoughts when you have all that beautiful silky hair just lying there around your head. 🔊✎
← softly, still stroking her hair ✎
← Maybe that's all I should have done really, just twisted your wrist, pulled your hair like you do with little grls. 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎