The Poet Paul Éluard Says That To

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

The Audience Bursts Into Laughter. With The Tragic Gag I Don't Expect The Audience To Laugh (if They Do, I Have Failed) But I Expect A Black Silence From Them That Is Almost As Violent: As Laughter.

History Is A Combination Of Reality And Lies. The Reality Of History Becomes A Lie. The Unreality Of The Fable Becomes The Truth.

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

Watch Yourself All Your Life In A Mirror And You'll See Death At Work Like Bees In A Glass Hive.