The Tenth Man
The Cabalist:
Sexton, light the candles. [The Sexton lights each man’s candle. The Cabalist advances slowly to The Girl, who stands slackly, her body making small occasional jerking movements, apparently in a schizophrenic state. The Cabalist slowly draws a line before The Girl with the flat of his toe. Quietly.] Dybbuk, I draw this line beyond…
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