The Sunset Limited: A Novel in Dramatic Form

The Sunset Limited: A Novel in Dramatic Form by Cormac McCarthy

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Authors: Cormac McCarthy
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This is a room in a tenement building in a black ghetto in New York City. There is a kitchen with a stove and a large refrigerator. A door to the outer hallway and another presumably to a bedroom. The hallway door is fitted with a bizarre collection of locks and bars. There is a cheap formica table in the room and two chrome and plastic chairs. There is a drawer in the table. On the table is a bible and a newspaper. A pair of glasses. A pad and pencil. A large black man is sitting in one chair (stage right) and in the other a middle-aged white man dressed in running pants and athletic shoes. He wears a T-shirt and the jacket—which matches the pants—hangs on the chair behind him.
Black
   
So what am I supposed to do with you, Professor?
White
   
Why are you supposed to do anything?
Black
   
I done told you. This aint none of my doin. I left out of here this mornin to go to work you wasnt no part of my plans at all. But here you is.
White
   
It doesnt mean anything. Everything that happens doesnt mean something else.
Black
   
Mm hm. It dont.
White
   
No. It doesnt.
Black
   
What’s it mean then?
White
   
It doesnt mean anything. You run into people and maybe some of them are in trouble or whatever but it doesnt mean that you’re responsible for them.
Black
   
Mm hm.
White
   
Anyway, people who are always looking out for perfect strangers are very often people who wont look out for the ones they’re supposed to look out for. In my opinion. If you’re just doing what you’re supposed to then you dont get to be a hero.
Black
   
And that would be me.
White
   
I dont know. Would it?
Black
   
Well, I can see how they might be some truth in that. But in this particular case I might say I sure didnt know what sort of person I was supposed to be on the lookout for or what I was supposed to do when I found him. In this particular case they wasnt but one thing to go by.
White
   
And that was?
Black
   
That was that there he is standin there. And I can look at him and I can say: Well, he dont
look
like my brother. But there he is. Maybe I better look again.
White
   
And that’s what you did.
Black
   
Well, you was kindly hard to ignore. I got to say that your approach was pretty direct.
White
   
I didnt approach you. I didnt even see you.
Black
   
Mm hm.
White
   
I should go. I’m beginning to get on your nerves.
Black
   
No you aint. Dont pay no attention to me. You seem like a sweet man, Professor. I reckon what I dont understand is how come you to get yourself in such a fix.
White
   
Yeah.
Black
   
Are you okay? Did you sleep last night?
White
   
No.
Black
   
When did you decide that today was the day? Was they somethin special about it?
White
   
No. Well. Today is my birthday. But I certainly dont regard that as special.
Black
   
Well happy birthday, Professor.
White
   
Thank you.
Black
   
So you seen your birthday was comin up and that seemed like the right day.
White
   
Who knows? Maybe birthdays are dangerous. Like Christmas. Ornaments hanging from the trees, wreaths from the doors, and bodies from the steampipes all over America.
Black
   
Mm. Dont say much for Christmas, does it?
White
   
Christmas is not what it used to be.
Black
   
I believe that to be a true statement. I surely do.
White
   
I’ve got to go.

He gets up and takes his jacket off the back of the chair and lifts it over his shoulders and then puts his arms in the sleeves rather than putting his arms in first one at a time.
Black
   
You always put your coat on like that?
White
   
What’s wrong with the way I put my coat on?
Black
   
I didnt say they was nothin wrong with it. I just wondered if that was your regular method.
White
   
I dont have a regular method. I just put it on.
Black
   
Mm hm.
White
   
It’s what, effeminate?
Black
   
Mm.
White
   
What?
Black
   
Nothin. I’m just

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