← Not of the night to come, not of the terrible noonday sun that won't move, not of the shadows... 🔊✎
← Your eyes are like lead, your neck hurts, there's all these little shadows moving around and the morning fog's coming... 🔊✎
← That strength and that courage, that god who lifted me in his arms and saved me from monsters and shadows, was that you? That comforting smell in the evening, under the lamp, when you showed me books in your study, do you think that was you? 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎