Act 1. Scene 1.
PADDISH stands at the water’s
edge awaiting his old friend EELS, who swims up from the distant low-water.
PADDISH: Come, come to the
high-water, Eels!
EELS: I draw nearer despite
the failings of—
PADDISH: Water, Eels, never
mistake the failings of water for the failings of man.
A machine composed of three
parts falls to the ground at the edge of the water.
EELS: Some things touch more
in the third part than the first, Paddy. Which is it, this?
PADDISH inspects the fallen
machine, touching each of its three parts and offering audible appraisals.
PADDISH: No part more than
the other, no part less than the last.
EELS: Bad sign.
PADDISH: I’ve heard legends
of signs in four-color print.
EELS: And pasted to alley walls—yes,
yes, we’ve all heard legends such as these.
PADDISH: I’ve seen bad signs
in taste and scope.
EELS: As have I.
PADDISH: Then what does this
sign portent, pray, Eels?
EELS: An open eye, old friend,
at the edge of a thing outsourced to distant Asia.
PADDISH: A thing of metal.
EELS: A thing of claw.
CURTAIN
Timestamp: 02.18.07 at 02:22 PM. Filed under: Drama.
*grumble*
Filed by: clunky on 02.21.07 at 11:11 PM