"(He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.)


(Watching him.) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.


(Brings the match nearer his eye.) Ly/nx eye. Must get glasses. Broke them yesterday. Sixteen years ago. Distance. The eye sees all flat. (He draws the match away. It goes out.) Brain thinks. Near: far. Ineluctable modality of the visible. (He frowns mysteriously.) Hm. Sphinx. The beast that has two backs at midnight. Married."