"HENRI. note I care that ... If I get tired too ... I'll wake up and disappear all ... (A Marguerite.) You will also disappear ... (Pause The scene freezes.) / And maybe / not just a dream, / maybe, really , / you crazy / and may not even be standing here, among you, but maybe I'm in a hospital either and there, feverish, I have nightmares and I seem to be among you. Who knows what could have happened? / Maybe my brain has been shattered by a bullet or an explosion or may have been captured and tortured, and maybe / I've cast on something or something was dropped on me / And may all come from boredom ... and I could no more / And maybe I have given an order, they sent me, I have been forced to do something that I could not bear. No, this is not something that can not happen to me, everything is possible, even more than everything. But suppose I'm not in the hospital and that nothing untoward has happened to me ... What crazy things I have left to do at this point? / Ah ... / Even if it were the healthiest ... plus / wise ... the most balanced. / The others I had been obliged, however, / to commit acts terrible ..., murderers and / insane, stupid, wild ... / But it raises another question: if someone works for years as a crazy, crazy is not it really? What good is health if my actions are ill? ... / But those who have forced me to commit such follies, / Jeannot, were equally healthy. / And they were wise / and balanced ... Friends, comrades, brothers so / health / what for so sick behavior? "So much wisdom to dehumanization? / And what good is that each, in private, is completely lucid, wise and balanced, if all together we are but a crazy giant with / rage / wheel, howls, attacks, twists, rushes / eye blindfolded. / Our folly is beyond us, abroad. / Where I just started my / my shamelessness. And despite being quiet / in my interior. / But I wander around the outside / and in the dark spaces and wild, / I surrender to the infinite ...
CHANCELLOR. It's a funeral march! HENRI
. Yes, a funeral march! / They've regained the floor. He received his word, / and that finger pointing here in the heart, / as / a finger crazy. / I talk to myself and shake my loneliness / like crazy ...
drunk. Crazy! OFFICERS
TRAITORS. Crazy! (It was released on Henri.)
HENRI. Stop! I am here by order of the King!
drunk. The King is mad. "
marriage Witold Gombrowicz
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