← 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 suppose some people would say it was wrong of me to marry a man three times my age. 🔊✎
← You’ll see, it’s simple. Simple as one two three. 🔊✎
← No, there was the affair with Florence as well. But that’s more a story about death. Three deaths. First him, then her and me. 🔊✎
← Three. 🔊✎
← Give it up, Inès. Open your hands, let go. Otherwise you’ll drag all three of us down. 🔊✎
← Well? Which one? Which of us three? The door’s open, what’s keeping us here? 🔊✎