Play of the Week

Narrator:
The deed is done. The lover rushes from the place of assignation. Was it touch, or deep, thrusting consummation? The answer awaits, covered by the webbed hand of night. Yet, in this full-chested singing, surely there is triumph, exultation, mastery of she who nightly beckoned in pale mockery across space no longer endless?

Messenger:
I should like to tell you a parable. One time, there came before the rabbi a rich man, but also an accomplished miser; they often go together. The rabbi took the thrifty man by the hand, took him to a window and said,"Look." The rich man looked out on the street, and the rabbi said, "What do you see?" And the rich man said, "I see people." Again the rabbi took him by the hand and led him to a mirror, and said, "What do you see now?" And the rich man said, "I see myself." But now the rabbi said to him, "Pay attention. The window was glass, and then the mirror was glass. But the glass of the mirror is silvered. And as soon as it is silvered, you stop seeing people and you see only yourself."

Meyer:
Sweeter than honey! Holy words!

Leah:
Granny, they are with us here. Why not? Granny, a man is born to live a great long life. And when he dies before his time, what becomes of his unlived life? His unlived joy, his unlived sorrow? His thoughts he had no time to think, his deeds he had no time to perform? What becomes of his children he had no time to seed? Granny, what becomes of his unlived life, where does it all go, where?