← Antigone raised her serious eyes towards him without surprise and said "yes", with a poor, sad little smile. 🔊✎
← (She watches her leave with a sad little smile, then suddenly slumps exhausted on a chair.) ✎
← And really, you love tidying up too. You'd be very sad if everything always stayed clean and neat. 🔊✎
← And then, if she was too sad, if she always looked like she was waiting, her nose under the door like she is when I've gone out, maybe it would best to have her put down, painlessly put down. 🔊✎
← Well too bad for you. Me, I've not said "yes"! Why should I care about your politics and your necessities and your sad little intrigues? 🔊✎
← You just have to accept it, Haemon. Everyone has a day, sad or happy, now or later, when he has to accept that he's a man. For you, that day is today. 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎
← Antigone is calm now, and we will never know the name of her sickness. She has done what she had to do. A great sad peace falls over Thebes and over the empty palace where Creon is going to start waiting to die. 🔊✎