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| (Otter sits poised for action while Mann sits in a daze, the dictionary open upon his lap.) | |
| OTTER: | Mann. |
| (Mann doesn’t respond.) | |
| OTTER: | Mann! |
| (Mann still doesn’t respond.) | |
| OTTER: | MANN! |
| MANN: | OTTER! |
| OTTER: | (alarmed) What!? |
| MANN: | Jesus Christ, Otter, I’m saying to you, ‘Jesus Christ’. |
| OTTER: | Why, why are you saying this to me? |
| MANN: | (rattles off the following text at a fevered pitch and speed) Jesus Christ, Otter, life has dealt me blows that are inconceivable. I can’t stress this enough. I sit here, ostensibly alone, I sit in the vacuum of this home, do you hear me, just sitting waiting for a better day. Not wholly confident that a better day will come but in fact totally convinced that the days are as good as they get. You can’t blow into the wind with an attitude like this. You can’t look yourself in the eye in the mirror in the morning on the eve of a new day with a goddamn attitude like this. You can’t move. You goddamn can’t move, you can’t, you just can’t. |
| OTTER: | Mann. |
| MANN: | Of course this is something we all have to deal with in order to grow – |
| OTTER: | Mann. |
| MANN: | – to change – |
| OTTER: | Mann. |
| MANN: | – to transmute. |
| OTTER: | Mann. |
| MANN: | Otter, what?! |
| OTTER: | (suddenly stands) I’m a-movin’ out. |
| (Mann is stunned, then snaps out the light.) |