← And there'll be the guards there with their idiotic expressions and their fat necks jammed into their stiff collars and their big ugly hands, looking at us like cows. And we'll feel we could scream, we could try to make them understand, but they'd just carry on like savages and do whatever they were told to do without knowing it it was good or bad... 🔊✎
← You've thought about it carefully, have you? You think that the whole town screaming at you, you think that pain and being scared of dying is enough? 🔊✎
← 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... 🔊✎
← And above all, tragedy is calm, because you know there's no hope, no filthy hope; you're caught, in the end you're caught like a rat, with the whole sky that's fallen on you, and all you can do is scream, not groan or complain, but scream at the top of your lungs all the things you have to say, which you've never said and maybe didn't even know you had in you. It won't help: but you do it for yourself, to learn something. 🔊✎
← And you've never thought to yourself that if that was someone you loved lying there in the box, you'd want to start screaming? Scream at them to shut up and go away? 🔊✎
← Be quiet! If you could see how ugly you are while you're screaming all this. 🔊✎