Cries and Whispers

Agnes, my dear child, listen to what I tell you now. Pray for those of us left behind on this dark and miserable earth beneath a cruel and empty sky. Lay your suffering at God's feet and plead with him to pardon us. Plead with him to free us of our anxiety, our weariness, and our deepest doubts. Plead with him to give meaning to our lives.

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The funeral was tolerable. No one wept or grew hysterical.

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David: Come here, Marie. Come. Look in the mirror. You're beautiful. Perhaps even more than when we were together. But you've changed and I want you to see how. Now your eyes cast quick, calculating, side glances. You used to look ahead straightforwardly, openly, without disguise. Your mouth has a slightly hungry, dissatisfied expression. It used to be so soft. Your complexion is pale now. You wear makeup. Your fine, wide brow has four lines above each eye now. You can't see them in this light, but you can in the bright of day. You know what caused those lines? Maria: No. David: Indifference. And this fine contour from your ear to your chin is no longer so finely drawn - the result of too much comfort and laziness. And there, by the bridge of your nose. Why do you sneer so often? You see that? You sneer too often. You see it? And look under your eyes. The sharp, scarcely noticeable wrinkles from your boredom and impatience. Maria: Can you really see all that there? David: No, but I fee

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Agnes: Can't anyone help me? Anna: It's just a dream, Agnes. Agnes: No, it's not a dream. Perhaps it's a dream for you, but not for me.

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Karin: Anna. You hear that? Anna: I hear only the wind and the ticking of the clocks. Karin: No. It's something else. Anna: I don't hear anything else. Karin: I'm freezing. Good night.

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Maria: You've changed. Is there someone else? David: There always is. Besides, I thought the problem didn't interest you. Maria: It doesn't.

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