mistakes.
Bitch: I'll give you what's coming to you. Why should I turn you into anything but nothing so you can turn against me? Lulu, yelling from offstage: Daddy! Schon: This child is now an abortion.
The Creation
Lulu enters.
Lulu: Do you love me?
Schon: Parents always love their children.
Lulu: That's why I'm asking you: Do you love me?
The Maid, who's always in the background: You have to
respect your father, Lulu.
Lulu: You don't love me.
The Maid: Lulu. Do what your father tells you to do. Go to
your room.
Lulu: You don't love me! I'm nothing. You've made me
nothing. (Schon hits her. Lulu, from the floor,) Daddy, you
have given me everything. I don't have anything else but you
because I don't know anything but you.
If I lose you, I am not.
What could I've known before you? It's not possible for a child to know anything prior to her father.
How could I know anything besides you? Is there anything else here? This is your smell. These are your objects: your touch. Everything that I see and touch is yours. My smell is your smell. My touch is to touch you. My eyes cannot see beyond you. Who are you, daddy?
It must be true because if not, nothing is true: I am yours. Daddy, I am yours. Can't you love me? The Maid: Your father wants you to go to your room.
----
Lulu, directly to Schon: Don't you realize what this lack of love is? I'm not denying that you picked me up from nothing and made me. But if you do not love what and who you have made, for all is living, what you have made is polluted and an abortion. Just as your world is now polluted and an abortion. I am polluted and an abortion.
I was better off before I existed.
Don't you see what you're doing because you refuse to love me? Look. See.
Schon, finally speaking: I see a disobedient child. I see a child who has no respect for her elders, for the culture into which she was born, thus, for society, I see someone who will become amoral, if not worse. I see. I can't even say 'a person', of whom I am deeply, Lulu, deeply ashamed.
Lulu. From now on, you will be confined to your room. I have nothing more to say to you because you will not be worth speaking to until you learn to be a person and to act in manners acceptable to this society.
(Lulu looks around her and no longer bothers to speak to anyone because IT ISN'T WORTH COMMUNICATING ANYMORE.)
Their End.
While both Schon and Lulu are absorbed in their own realities, Schon in paranoia and Lulu in autism, Schigold, who is now so old worn-out and poor he looks exactly like death, sneaks into the room: He might as well be Death or dead for ail Schon or Lulu care about him.
Schigold: My home! My home my kingdom! Farewell happy fields where Joy forever dwells: Hail horrors, hail infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time: Me.
The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. Where's some booze?
(Looking about him. Finding it.) Here at last we shall be free.
----
(Drinking.) Here we may reign secure. Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n. I own everything here! I do. You only need to ask and you shall have:
3. False And True Love
Waiting For Godot
Schon's study is now too dark to see clearly into.
Voices:
The Maid: What're you waiting for?
Lulu: I'm waiting for my brother.
May The Rich And The Poor Join Hands
Schigold is now alone in this study of the world. But he's
pickled. He looks even poorer and more down-and-out than
death. He looks as if he's living in urban USA.
Schigold: I'm a worthless piece of something-or-other.
Humanity. I'm not even that good. I'm not even good enough
for the bombers of humankind.
I hope they kill me off fast because this slow death is killing my guts. Where's more liquor? (He looks around the study for more booze, but, like everything else, it's hopeless.
(Being intelligent, he changes his mind:) I'm not going to have anything
Bitch: I'll give you what's coming to you. Why should I turn you into anything but nothing so you can turn against me? Lulu, yelling from offstage: Daddy! Schon: This child is now an abortion.
The Creation
Lulu enters.
Lulu: Do you love me?
Schon: Parents always love their children.
Lulu: That's why I'm asking you: Do you love me?
The Maid, who's always in the background: You have to
respect your father, Lulu.
Lulu: You don't love me.
The Maid: Lulu. Do what your father tells you to do. Go to
your room.
Lulu: You don't love me! I'm nothing. You've made me
nothing. (Schon hits her. Lulu, from the floor,) Daddy, you
have given me everything. I don't have anything else but you
because I don't know anything but you.
If I lose you, I am not.
What could I've known before you? It's not possible for a child to know anything prior to her father.
How could I know anything besides you? Is there anything else here? This is your smell. These are your objects: your touch. Everything that I see and touch is yours. My smell is your smell. My touch is to touch you. My eyes cannot see beyond you. Who are you, daddy?
It must be true because if not, nothing is true: I am yours. Daddy, I am yours. Can't you love me? The Maid: Your father wants you to go to your room.
----
Lulu, directly to Schon: Don't you realize what this lack of love is? I'm not denying that you picked me up from nothing and made me. But if you do not love what and who you have made, for all is living, what you have made is polluted and an abortion. Just as your world is now polluted and an abortion. I am polluted and an abortion.
I was better off before I existed.
Don't you see what you're doing because you refuse to love me? Look. See.
Schon, finally speaking: I see a disobedient child. I see a child who has no respect for her elders, for the culture into which she was born, thus, for society, I see someone who will become amoral, if not worse. I see. I can't even say 'a person', of whom I am deeply, Lulu, deeply ashamed.
Lulu. From now on, you will be confined to your room. I have nothing more to say to you because you will not be worth speaking to until you learn to be a person and to act in manners acceptable to this society.
(Lulu looks around her and no longer bothers to speak to anyone because IT ISN'T WORTH COMMUNICATING ANYMORE.)
Their End.
While both Schon and Lulu are absorbed in their own realities, Schon in paranoia and Lulu in autism, Schigold, who is now so old worn-out and poor he looks exactly like death, sneaks into the room: He might as well be Death or dead for ail Schon or Lulu care about him.
Schigold: My home! My home my kingdom! Farewell happy fields where Joy forever dwells: Hail horrors, hail infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor: One who brings A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time: Me.
The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. Where's some booze?
(Looking about him. Finding it.) Here at last we shall be free.
----
(Drinking.) Here we may reign secure. Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav'n. I own everything here! I do. You only need to ask and you shall have:
3. False And True Love
Waiting For Godot
Schon's study is now too dark to see clearly into.
Voices:
The Maid: What're you waiting for?
Lulu: I'm waiting for my brother.
May The Rich And The Poor Join Hands
Schigold is now alone in this study of the world. But he's
pickled. He looks even poorer and more down-and-out than
death. He looks as if he's living in urban USA.
Schigold: I'm a worthless piece of something-or-other.
Humanity. I'm not even that good. I'm not even good enough
for the bombers of humankind.
I hope they kill me off fast because this slow death is killing my guts. Where's more liquor? (He looks around the study for more booze, but, like everything else, it's hopeless.
(Being intelligent, he changes his mind:) I'm not going to have anything
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