Krapp’s Last Tape / Not I / That Time / A Piece of Monologue

A Late Evening In The Future. Krapp’s Den

Krapp: Ah! (He Bends Over The Ledger…)

Just Been Listening To An Old Year...

–Bench By The Weir From Where I Could See Her Window

(Krapp Switches Off, Broods... )

(Sings.) Now The Day Is Over, Night Is Drawing Nigh - Igh...

A: That Time You Went Back That Last Time

C: Never The Same But The Same As What For God’s Sake…

B: Or Along In The Same The Same Scenes Making It Up That Way...

MOUTH: …out…into This World…

... Found Herself In The Dark...

... Realized... Words Were Coming...

... Something She Had To–... What...

... Tiny Little Thing...

SPEAKER: Birth Was The Death Of Him. Again

Covered With Pictures Once. Pictures Of...

Up At Nightfall In Gown And Socks And After A Moment...

Birth The Death Of Him. That Nevoid Smile

Birth. Part Lips And Thrusts Tongue Between Them