people

Well, here we are. These people that you see here are about to act out the story of Antigone for you. 🔊

And they all think like him in the city. There's thousands and thousands of those people all round us, the streets of Thebes are crawling with them. 🔊

And not a word. You are all guilty of gross negligence, you will be punished whatever happens, but if you talk, if people start saying in town that someone covered up Polynices's body, then all three of you are dead. 🔊

all you need is a little nudge to set it going, anything will do, a glance at a girl you pass in the street who's lifting up her arms as you go by her, a feeling when you wake up in the morning that people aren't really treating you right, one question too many that you ask yourself late at night... 🔊

So why are you making this gesture then? For the others, the people who believe in it? To set them against me? 🔊

I suppose you think it's funny all the same, to be able to disrespect a king who's listening to you, a man who has the power to do anything and I promise you has seen plenty of other people killed, some of them just as cute as you, and who's still taking all this trouble to try and stop you from dying? 🔊

It's easy to say no, even if you're going to die. You just sit there and wait. You wait to live, you even wait for them to come and kill you. It's cowardly. It's just something people have made up. 🔊

Like my father, yes! We're the kind of people who get to the bottom of things. Right until there really isn't the smallest amount of hope left, the tiniest little possibility of hope to strangle. We're the kind of people who jump on it when we see it, your hope, your dear hope, your filthy hope! 🔊

The room outside is full of people. You want them to hear you? 🔊

But now, it's over. And they are fine all the same. All the people who were going to die are dead. Those who believed one thing, and those who believed the opposite, and even the ones who didn't believe anything and just found themselves caught up in the story without any idea of what was happening. All equally dead, all of them, stiff and useless and starting to rot. 🔊

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