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Bigdickus:Where’s he going? [shouting at an aide who has just exited] Where do you think you’re going?!Prostitutus:He thinks he’s going to baby-sit.Bigdickus:Babysitting? I sent him to kill her and he…
[Leidental’s room. Evening. Leidental. One of his fingers is bandaged.]Leidental:[To himself.] At eight fifteen I felt I cannot any more with myself. I had: regulation misery, pain to top…
[While the song from the radio can still be heard, Israel sits motionless, in such a way that it is hard to tell whether he is checking a test, thinking, or is just sunk in his place. Later, suddenly…