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Mother:
'Somtimes I think I have been sitting like this. I somtimes think I have always been sitting like this, alone by an indifferent fire, curtains closed, night, winter.'
Son:
'I am on my way back to you. I am about to make the journey back to you. What will you say to me?'
Father:
'I have so much to say to you. But I am quite dead. What I have to say to you will never be said.'
Other places : three plays / Methuen, 1982
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