BRUNO
The façade falls. The wax begins to melt.
The solid steel beams, it turns out, are made of plastic,
The marble walls are painted wood,
And the rose,
The beautiful red rose, the rose of justification:
A crêpe facsimile!
Its aroma mechanically emanating
From a perfume squirt in the vase.
Is this a fitting end to the farce? you ask.
You've thrown your sins to the devil for generations.
Infidel devil. Heretic devil.
Red, black and yellow, traitor, anarchist devil.
But who'd ever have thought the devil'd come up
To confront you with an inventory?
(From among the Audience, Vaisya Moksa walks on to the Stage)
VAISYA
(announces)
The next scene took place in India, last year.
SCENE: INDIA
(Bare hut. Krishna Moksa, very old beggar, lies stretched out on the floor. Indio has same mask. Vaisya walks into the scene)
INDIO
You are pure, Vaisya. But your purity sits heavy on my stomach!
MOKSA
Do not let an old man die.
