← Well, here we are. These people that you see here are about to act out the story of Antigone for you. 🔊✎
← And now that you know everyone, they will be able to act out their story. 🔊✎
← Then listen: you are going back to your room, you are going to bed. You'll say that you're sick and you haven't been out since yesterday. Your nurse will confirm your story. I will make sure these three guards disappear. 🔊✎
← Do you know why you're dying, Antigone? Do you know what disgusting little story you're going to undersign in your blood? 🔊✎
← The story of Eteocles and Polynices, your brothers. You think you know it, but you don't. No one in Thebes knows it except me. But I think, this morning, that you also have the right to find out. 🔊✎
← Everyone was there. The schoolkids had raided their piggy-banks to buy wreaths. Old men, pretending they were moved, were telling exaggerated stories in trembling voices about the good brother, the son of Oedipus, the prince royal. I gave a speech too. 🔊✎
← This is a story of two conmen who conned each other while they were conning us and cut each other's throats like a couple of petty criminals settling scores... 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎