(flash and sound of a single gunshot)
(lights up on Leveaux at a desk, wearing a white turtleneck. He holds a smoking gun, which he calmly places on the desk in front of him.)
I have tried to go on like nothing happened.
(He seems to be a bit flustered. He rises to his feet. A patch of blood can be seen spreading across the front of his shirt.)
We study art. History. Literature.
(gestures broadly, indicating his world.)Surround ourselves with culture, ideas. Enlighten ourselves. Gain a better understanding of our world. So that we don't make that kind of mistake.
(he is weak from loss of blood.)
(trying to regain his composure, intensely:)When the dinosaurs
(at a loss:)I don't think I can explain it to you.
I don't have anything that will...
(His shirt is drenched with blood.)
(he looks around searchingly, a little dizzy.)...maybe in my pocket.
(He takes a few pieces of paper out of his pocket. He considers one of them.)I don't know, maybe.
(But then he starts to collapse. Blood everywhere. He sits at his desk and loses consciousness.)
(Lights and music fade as if it were the end of the play.)
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