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Excerpt from “A Piece of Monologue” Copyright © 1982 by Samuel Beckett. Used by permission of Grove/Atlantic, Inc. Anne Farmakidis, staff editor of Academic Medicine, is editor of “Medicine and the Arts.” (Unsolicited manuscripts are welcome.) [Excerpt] Curtain. Faint diffuse light. Speaker stands well off center downstage audience left.

White hair, white nightgown, white socks. Two meters to his left, same level, same height, standard lamp, Skull-sized white globe, faintly lit. Just visible extreme right, same level, white foot of pallet bed. Thirty seconds before end of speech lamplight begins to fail. SPEAKER: Birth was the death of him.

Words are few. Birth was the death of him. Ghastly grinning ever since. Up at the lid to come.

In cradle and crib. At suck first fiasco.

With the first totters. From mammy to nanny and back.

Bandied back and forth. So ghastly grinning on.

From funeral to funeral. Two and a half billion seconds.

Two and a half billion seconds. Hard to believe so few. From funeral to funeral.

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Hard to believe so few. Backs away to edge of light and stands facing blank wall. Covered with pictures once. Pictures of.he all but said loved ones. Pinned to wall with drawing pins. All shapes and sizes.

Down one after another. Torn to shreds and scattered.

Strewn all over the floor. Could once name them all. There was father. That grey void. There mother. There together. There all three.

That grey blot. All gone so long. Ripped off and torn to shreds. Scattered all over the floor. Swept out of the way and under the bed and left.

Thousand shreds under the bed with the dust and spiders. All the.he all but said the loved ones.

Stands stock still staring out. Into vast black. Nothing there. Nothing stirring. That he can see.

Dwells thus as if unable to move again. Or no will left to move again. Padma Purana In English. Not enough will left to move again. Turns in the end and gropes to where he knows the lamp is standing.

Thinks he knows. Was last standing. When last went out. Gleam of brass. Pale globe alone in gloom. Brass bedrail catching light.

Thirty seconds. To swell the two and a half billion odd. Snuffed with breath of nostrils. Again and again. Again and again gone. Till whose grave?

Which.he all but said which loved one's? Black ditch in pelting rain. Way out through the grey rift in dark. Seen from on high. Streaming canopies. Bubbling black mud.