Showing posts with label Quantum of Solace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quantum of Solace. Show all posts

Saturday 1 July 2023

The Old Man Thinks He is in Love with His Daughter






Ros Who was that? 

Guil Didn’t you know him? 

Ros He didn’t know me. 

Guil He didn’t see you. 

Ros I didn’t see him. 

Guil We shall see. I hardly knew him, he’s changed. 

Ros You could see that? 

Guil Transformed. 

Ros How do you know? 

Guil Inside and out. 

Ros I see. Guil He’s not himself. 

Ros He’s changed. 

Guil I could see that. (Beat.) Glean what afflicts him. 

Ros Me? 

Guil Him. 

Ros How? 

Guil Question and answer. Old ways are the best ways. 

Ros He’s afflicted. 

Guil You Question, I’ll Answer. 

Ros He’s not himself, you know. 

Guil I’m Him, you see. Beat. 

Ros Who am I then? 

Guil You’re yourself. 

Ros And He’s you? 

Guil Not a bit of it. 

Ros Are you afflicted? 

Guil That’s the idea. Are you ready? 

Ros Let’s go back a bit. 

Guil I’m afflicted. 

Ros I see. 

Guil Glean what afflicts me. 

Ros Right. 

Guil Question and Answer. 

Ros How should I begin? 

Guil Address me. 

Ros My dear Guildenstern! 

Guil (quietly) You’ve forgotten – haven’t you? 

Ros My dear Rosencrantz! 

Guil (great control) I don’t think you quite understand. What we are attempting is A Hypothesis in which I answer for Him, while You ask Me Questions. 

Ros Ah! Ready? 

Guil You know what to do? 

Ros What? 

Guil Are you stupid? 

Ros Pardon? 

Guil Are you deaf? 

Ros Did you speak? 

Guil (admonishing) Not now – 

Ros Statement

Guil (shouts) Not now! (Pause.) If I had any doubts, or rather hopes, they are dispelled. What could we possibly have in common except Our Situation? (They separate and sit.) Perhaps he’ll come back this way. 

Ros Should we go? 

Guil Why? Pause. 

Ros (starts up. Snaps fingers) Oh! You mean – you pretend to be him, and I ask you questions! 

Guil (dry) Very good. 

Ros You had me confused. 

Guil I could see I had. 

Ros How should I begin? 

Guil Address me. 

They stand and face each other, posing. 

Ros My honoured Lord! 

Guil My dear Rosencrantz! Pause. 

Ros Am I pretending to be You, then? 

Guil Certainly not. If You like. Shall we continue? 

Ros Question and Answer. 

Guil Right. 

Ros Right. My honoured lord! 

Guil My dear fellow! 

Ros How are you? 

Guil Afflicted! 

Ros Really? In what way? 

Guil Transformed. 

Ros Inside or out? 

Guil Both. 

Ros I see. (Pause.) Not much new there. 

Guil Go into details. Delve. Probe The Background, establish The Situation. 

Ros So – so Your Uncle is The King of Denmark?! 

Guil And My Father before Him. 

Ros His Father before him? 

Guil No, My Father before Him. 

Ros But surely – 

Guil You might well ask. 

Ros Let Me get it straight. Your Father was King. You were His Only Son. Your Father dies. You are of age. Your Uncle becomes King. 

Guil Yes

Ros Unorthodox

Guil Undid Me

Ros Undeniable. Where were You? 

Guil In Germany. 

Ros Usurpation, then. 

Guil He slipped in

Ros Which reminds Me... 

Guil Well, it would. 

Ros I don’t want to be personal. 

Guil It’s common knowledge. 

Ros Your Mother’s marriage. 

Guil He slipped in. Beat. 

Ros (lugubriously) His Body was still warm

Guil So was hers

Ros Extraordinary. 

Guil Indecent. 

Ros Hasty. 

Guil Suspicious. 

Ros It makes You Think. 

Guil Don’t Think I haven’t Thought of it. 

Ros And with Her Husband’s Brother

Guil They were close. 

Ros She went to Him – 

Guil – Too close – 

Ros – for comfort

Guil It Looks Bad

Ros It adds up. 

Guil Incest to Adultery. 

Ros Would You Go so Far? 

Guil Never

Ros To Sum up : Your Father, whom You Love, dies, You are His Heir, You come back to find that hardly was The Corpse cold before His Young Brother popped on to His Throne and into His Sheets, thereby offending both Legal and Natural Practice

Now
Why Exactly are You Behaving in This Extraordinary Manner

Guil I can’t Imagine! (Pause.) But all that is well known, common property. Yet He sent for Us. And We Did Come.

Wednesday 28 September 2022

Quantum




"The Governor paused and looked reflectively over at Bond. He said : ‘You’re not married, but I think it’s the same with all relationships between A Man and A Woman. 

They can survive anything so long as some kind of basic Humanity exists between the two people. 

When all Kindness has gone, when one person obviously and sincerely doesn’t care if the other is Alive or Dead, then it’s just no good. That particular insult to The Ego – worse, to The Instinct of Self-Preservation – can never be forgiven. I’ve noticed this in hundreds of marriages. I’ve seen flagrant infidelities patched up, I’ve seen crimes and even murder forgiven by the other party, let alone bankruptcy and every other form of social crime. Incurable disease, blindness, disasterall these can be overcome. 

But never The Death of Common Humanity in one of the partners. I’ve thought about this and I’ve invented a rather high-sounding title for this basic factor in Human Relations. 

I have called it 
‘The Law of The Quantum of Solace.’

Bond said: ‘That’s a splendid name for it. It’s certainly impressive enough. 

And of course I see what you mean, I should say you’re absolutely right. Quantum of Solace – the amount of comfort. 

Yes, I suppose you could say that all Love and Friendship is based in The End on that. Human beings are very insecure. When the other person not only makes you feel insecure but actually seems to want to destroy you, it’s obviously The End. The Quantum of Solace stands at zero. You’ve got to get away to Save Yourself.’



The Governor paused. ‘Pretty extraordinary, really. A Man like Masters, kindly, sensitive, who wouldn’t normally hurt a fly. And here he was performing one of the cruellest actions I can recall in all my experience. It was My Law operating.’ 

The Governor smiled thinly. ‘Whatever her sins, if she had given him that Quantum of Solace he could never have behaved to her as he did. As it was, she had awakened in him a bestial Cruelty – a Cruelty that perhaps lies deeply hidden in all of us and that only a threat to our existence can bring to The Surface. Masters wanted to make the girl suffer, not as much as he had suffered because that was impossible, but as much as he could possibly contrive. And that false gesture with the motor-car and the radio-gramophone was a fiendishly brilliant bit of delayed action to remind her, even when he was gone, how much he hated her, how much he wanted still to hurt her.’ 

Bond said: ‘It must have been a shattering experience. 

It’s extraordinary how much people can hurt each other. 

I’m beginning to feel rather sorry for The Girl. [ You would. I feel sorry for Masters. ]

What happened to her in The End – and to him, for the matter of that?’ 

The Governor got to his feet and looked at his watch. ‘Good heavens, it’s nearly midnight. And I’ve been keeping the staff up all this time,’ he smiled, ‘as well as you.’ 

He walked across to the fireplace and rang a bell. 

A Negro butler appeared. The Governor apologised for keeping him up and told him to lock up and turn the light out. 

Bond was on his feet. 

The Governor turned to him. ‘Come along and I’ll tell you the rest. I’ll walk through the garden with you and see that the sentry lets you out.’ 

They walked slowly through the long rooms and down the broad steps to the garden. It was a beautiful night under a full moon that raced over their heads through the thin high clouds. 

The Governor said: ‘Masters went on in The Service, but somehow he never lived up to his good start. After the Bermuda business something seemed to go out of him. 

Part of him had been killed by the experience. He was a maimed man. Mostly her fault, of course, but I guess that what he did to her lived on with him and perhaps haunted him. 

He was good at his work, but he had somehow lost the human touch and he gradually dried up. Of course he never married again and in the end he got shunted off into the ground nuts scheme, and when that was a failure he retired and went to live in Nigeria – back to the only people in the world who had shown him any kindness – back to where it had all started from. 

Bit tragic, really, when I remember what he was like when we were young.’