← GARCIN, alone. He walks up to the bronze and strokes it. He sits down. He gets up. He goes to the bell-push and presses it. Nothing happens. He tries two or three times. Still no response. He goes up to the door and tries to open it. No result. He calls. ✎
← I’d rather be bitten and whipped and poisoned than take any more of this pain in the mind, this ghost pain, this pain that teases you and strokes you and never hurts you enough. 🔊✎