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  ‘A still, small defiant NO to all that.’

  Then they were perfectly immobile, as at the completion of an ancient ritual.

  Book Two

  One

  IT IS NOT possible to say whether time had passed. Old Man and Old Woman were asleep on the table. Pinprop sat on the ground in front of them, nodding and trying to stay awake. Then there came the sound of footsteps running in their direction; and in the distance the wailing of a siren.

  Now and then Old Woman clapped her hands together, and went back to sleep. Old Man snored.

  The footsteps got closer. Then there was the noise of exhausted breathing in the woods nearby. Then finally a Man staggered into the clearing. He stopped, saw Pinprop, and sighed.

  ‘Thank goodness,’ he said.

  Then he collapsed on the ground.

  Two

  OLD MAN RAISED his head, saw the Man, and went back to sleep. Old Woman lifted her head, saw the Man, clapped her hands together, inspected her palms, and flicked something away with her finger. Then she went back to sleep. Pinprop raised his head, regarded the Man, and resumed nodding in and out of sleep.

  After a while the Man got up, dusted himself, and looked about him. He looked from left to right, and back again. He saw Pinprop sitting cross-legged, and went over, and prodded him.

  ‘Hello, excuse me, please,’ he said.

  Pinprop looked up at him, and fell back to nodding.

  ‘Excuse me, please.’

  Pinprop regarded him again, and pushed him away.

  ‘What’s the matter with you?’ the Man said. ‘All I want is to ask a question.’

  Pinprop made an angry face at him.

  ‘Oh, I see,’ the Man said. ‘You’re dumb. That’s alright then.’

  Pinprop resumed nodding. The Man went on talking.

  ‘It’s just that I’ve been running for a long time. Did you hear all that noise?’

  Pinprop nodded.

  ‘They’ve been chasing me,’ the Man continued. ‘I’ve never been so tired in all my life. I’ve never been more terrified either. Do you know that feeling, when it’s as if you would be running for the rest of your life and you would be pursued by a kind of demonic force? I mean, it all kind of happened naturally. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?’

  Pinprop nodded.

  ‘It’s nice to know someone understands.’

  Pinprop snored. The Man went on.

  ‘I mean, all this time I’ve been running I never saw a single soul. Only trees and sand and water. Especially water. I could never wash myself in it, nor could I drink of it. I was too busy fleeing, you see. Do you understand what I mean?’

  Pinprop remained perfectly still.

  ‘You don’t. That’s alright,’ the Man said. ‘I always had problems getting people to understand me. My headmaster used to say I was a natural victim and so no matter how well I expressed myself I would always be misunderstood. So you see, I don’t even know how long I’ve been running. It’s strange, you know, because even when it was a matter of freedom, life and death, I kept having guilt feelings about stupid things like how I smelt and whether my armpits or my crotch stank. Do you think I smell? I mean can you smell me?’

  Pinprop nodded vigorously.

  ‘So I was right, then.’

  Pinprop didn’t move.

  ‘It was like that at the asylum. Water, trees, sand. On and on. I could never touch them. They were just there. It got too much, you see. I saw them so intensely that they took on an extraordinary quality of beauty. I never saw human beings or animals. Just those things. Then one day I knew I had to escape.’

  Three

  THE MAN BEGAN pacing the clearing.

  ‘I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. It wasn’t a dramatic sort of asylum, with people going about like zombies and foaming at the mouth and all that. It was a place for mild cases. But it was all a lie. I saw one of the inmates bash in another person’s head. And do you know why?’

  Old Woman clapped her hands together. Old Man sneezed. Pinprop pulled his nose, slapped his thigh, and resumed nodding. The Man went on.

  ‘Well, it was because the inmate did not like the way the other fellow sniffed. It was like this, you see. They sort of shared a room. The man who had his head bashed in sniffed far too much for his own good. The other fellow complained for ages that he wanted another room. He never got another room. So one day they had an argument and the fellow who sniffed a lot sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. He went on for hours. At night, at noon, at breakfast, he did it wherever the other fellow was. We found him one morning. His head was like an orange mauled by a gorilla. It was all hushed up, you see. The chap had a decent funeral.’

  Silence.

  ‘Don’t you find that funny?’

  Pinprop slapped his thigh.

  ‘Oh well, I do,’ said the Man. ‘I find almost everything I remember sort of funny. And when I find things funny I don’t laugh. I cry. If you tell me a joke and it’s a good one I could cry for hours. That’s why I don’t listen to jokes.’

  Four

  THE MAN PAUSED. He stared at Pinprop contemplatively, and then carried on.

  ‘You know, I saw a good joke while I was running. It sort of wore thin after a while, though. The trees had signs on them, the same sign. Do you know what it read?’

  Pinprop sneezed.

  ‘It read: “Room to Let”. And all the signs were different. Some were small, some were big, some were colourful and so on. The best one I saw was carved on the tree trunk and then painted blue and yellow. It made the room feel like a really special room.’

  He paused, and then went on.

  ‘I used to have a good room once. Then it went sour. You know, routines and routines. I used to live with a brother. He was filthy and I was clean. I would spend hours arranging and rearranging the place. We had lots of horrible arguments. You know, about every silly thing. We fought a lot and he always beat me up. Like a child. Do you want to know a secret?’

  Pinprop remained still.

  ‘Well, I’ll tell you anyway. Since you are dumb you can’t tell anybody, can you? Well, the secret is that I killed him.’

  Pinprop nodded.

  ‘Doesn’t that surprise you?’ the Man asked, a little baffled. ‘Isn’t it a little hair-raising?’

  Pinprop was still.

  ‘That’s alright then. You’ve probably murdered someone yourself. Anyway, I killed him. It wasn’t particularly difficult. I simply smashed his head with a hammer.’

  The Man laughed. It was long and perfectly normal laughter. He fell silent. Then:

  ‘After that it was the asylum. And then running. And then you.’

  Five

  THERE WAS A long silence, during which the Man studied Pinprop. Then he looked around him, at the clearing, the woods, the sky. He walked round the immobile Pinprop.

  ‘How strange!’ he said. ‘I’ve been talking to myself all this time. I’m not even dreaming. What a bad impression you must have of me. Do you have a bad impression of me?’

  Pinprop remained immobile.

  ‘Do you?’

  Pinprop didn’t move.

  The Man proceeded to shake Pinprop, who did not wake. Then he kicked Pinprop.

  ‘Are you dead or alive?’

  Pinprop groaned sleepily, and nodded.

  ‘This is driving me mad,’ the Man cried.

  He kicked Pinprop a few more times. Pinprop sneezed, but remained still.

  ‘Not again, oh no, not again,’ the Man shouted.

  Striding about the clearing, stamping his feet, and pulling his hair, he worked himself into a frenzy. Then he suddenly stopped. A weird calm came over him.

  ‘Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. It won’t be my fault, yes,’ he said.

  Then he laughed, looked excitedly about the clearing, ran off into the woods, and soon came back with a thick tree-branch in his hand.

  Six

  AS THE MAN got to the middle of the clearing Pinprop yawned,
stretched, looked up at him, and said:

  ‘Oh, hello. You’ve recovered, have you?’

  The Man stuttered, at a loss.

  ‘Good,’ said Pinprop. ‘Definitely good.’

  ‘Ah, yes,’ replied the Man, perplexed.

  ‘You do look a bit agitated,’ said Pinprop, pointedly. ‘Are you alright?’

  ‘Yes, indeed,’ the Man answered, looking awkwardly at the thick piece of wood in his hands, which he dropped. ‘Em, I was just going to make a fire. It is a bit cold.’

  ‘Good,’ said Pinprop. ‘Definitely so.’

  There was a brief silence.

  ‘You mean you were really asleep all that time?’ the Man asked.

  ‘As asleep as sleep is possible,’ Pinprop replied, nonchalantly. ‘That is if you take into consideration the amount of sleep that is not possible. Why?’

  ‘Well, you see, I was under the impression that you were dumb.’

  ‘Dumb?’ said Pinprop, laughing. ‘I’ve been called many things but not dumb.’

  ‘Well, I was talking to you.’

  ‘Oh. What about?’

  Flustered, the Man said:

  ‘About life, my job, my wife and all that.’

  ‘You mean boredom, of course.’

  ‘Yes, boredom.’

  ‘A profound subject boredom is.’

  ‘Very much so.’

  Seven

  THERE WAS ANOTHER long silence. Old Woman clapped her hands together. Old Man woke up. He sat bolt upright, staring straight ahead of him, as if deep in thought, or in a daze. Then after a while he woke up Old Woman.

  Pinprop, addressing the Man, said:

  ‘Was anybody else here?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘I must have dreamt that someone was kicking me.’

  Laughing nervously, the Man said:

  ‘I only brushed past you a number of times.’

  ‘That explains it,’ said Pinprop, dryly.

  ‘Things are magnified in dreams, you know.’

  ‘Yes, definitely.’

  ‘Do you know where I can find that room advertised on the trees?’ the Man asked, in a new voice.

  ‘Room? What room?’

  ‘It’s just a room,’ said the Man, defensively. ‘Didn’t you see the signs on the trees?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘That’s alright then. Forget the subject. It’s not important anyway.’

  ‘Isn’t it?’

  ‘No. Why should it be?’

  ‘You were right. Let’s forget the subject.’

  ‘A fine idea.’

  They were silent for a while.

  ‘What’s your name?’ the Man asked suddenly.

  ‘My name?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Mada.’

  ‘A nice short name.’

  ‘And what’s yours?’

  ‘It’s not important.’

  ‘Yes. Definitely.’

  ‘And what are you doing here?’

  ‘Me?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Oh, I’m, em, tired,’ said Pinprop, blithely. ‘I’m impotent.’

  ‘I see. How interesting.’

  ‘And you?’

  ‘No. I’m not impotent,’ said the Man.

  ‘How do you know?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘I said, good. But what are you doing here?’

  ‘It’s not really important, if you see what I mean.’

  ‘Certainly.’

  They were silent again. The Man stared into the forest, blankly.

  Eight

  ‘I SEE THAT the tribe has caught up with us,’ said Old Man.

  ‘Skeletons, I think,’ said Old Woman.

  ‘A harmless liar,’ said Pinprop.

  ‘Are you talking to me?’ asked the Man.

  ‘No.’

  ‘Harmless?’ wondered Old Man.

  ‘Harmful,’ said Old Woman.

  ‘A hyena, I suspect,’ said Pinprop.

  ‘A hyena? Where?’ asked the Man.

  ‘In the distance,’ replied Pinprop. ‘Beside me.’

  ‘Beside you?’ said the Man.

  ‘Shut up,’ said Pinprop.

  ‘What about your so-called tributes, Pinprop?’ piped Old Woman.

  ‘And temporary arrivals?’ added Old Man.

  ‘Hollow. A sham,’ replied Pinprop.

  ‘Are you referring to me by any chance?’ the Man asked, with a tinge of menace.

  ‘I said shut up.’

  ‘Are we going or are we to listen to this fool?’ demanded Old Woman.

  ‘You can be verbose if you like, Pinprop.’

  ‘If you tell me to shut up again …’ began the Man.

  ‘Isolate him!’ cried Old Woman.

  ‘… I will most certainly …’ continued the Man.

  ‘Chain him!’ said Old Man.

  ‘… crack your head,’ bellowed the Man.

  ‘A statement of iron,’ said Old Woman.

  ‘Definitely of rust,’ chimed Old Man.

  ‘Did you hear me?’ cried the Man.

  ‘Gut-rot,’ said Pinprop.

  ‘What?’

  ‘The vote is taken,’ said Old Woman.

  ‘And violence wins,’ said Old Man.

  ‘A definite victory to isolation,’ proclaimed Pinprop.

  ‘Are you mad?’ asked the Man, baffled.

  Old Man and Old Woman rose from their seats.

  ‘Slave!’ said Old Man.

  ‘Sir!’

  ‘The table and chairs,’ said Old Woman.

  ‘I said are you mad?’

  ‘A throaty yes to new arrivals,’ declared Old Man, as he left the clearing.

  ‘A warm yes to new journeys,’ Old Woman intoned, following him.

  ‘A solid yes to all that,’ said Pinprop, carrying the table and chairs.

  Soon all three of them had vanished into the forest.

  The Man stood alone in the clearing.

  ‘Insane. Insane. This is madness,’ he said.

  There was complete silence.

  ‘I’ve got to find that room,’ he said, after a while.

  He sat down on the ground.

  ‘Yes.’

  Then, after a moment, there came the wail of the siren in the distance, coming closer.

  ‘Heavens! Not again!’ he cried.

  Then, agitated, he jumped up. He ran off into the forest in the direction from which he had originally come. Then he ran back, across the clearing, in the opposite direction.

  Book Three

  One

  IN ANOTHER CLEARING, in the forest, a young man and a young woman sat at a distance from one another. They were surrounded by a dense screen of trees and shrubs. There were muted bird calls in the air, and the faint noise of a baby crying. On a tree there was a sign which read ‘Eden to Let’.

  The young man and young woman, with their hands outstretched on the ground, barely touched one another. The sky was clear.

  ‘I wish you wouldn’t be so cruel to me,’ said the young man.

  ‘I’m not being cruel to you,’ replied the young woman.

  ‘Yes you are.’

  ‘No I’m not.’

  ‘Do we have to argue again?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Why do we have to argue and argue?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ said the young woman. ‘I suppose it’s the most important part of our relationship.’

  ‘No it’s not.’

  ‘Stop telling me what is and what isn’t.’

  ‘I’m not telling you anything. I’m just disagreeing, that’s all.’

  ‘Well, stop that as well.’

  ‘We don’t have to go on like this, you know.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘Because we are married. Much more than that, we have been together for a long time and we should have reached a deep under standing by now.’

  ‘Well, haven’t we?’

  ‘I don’t know,’ said the young man. ‘It’s just that we
argue and fight and hurt each other so much.’

  ‘And don’t you find any satisfaction in that?’

  The young man smiled with pleasure, and then said:

  ‘I can’t say that I don’t.’

  ‘Then what are you blathering about?’

  ‘It’s just that, you see, we are here all by ourselves. There’s nobody else around. We have no need to pretend that we don’t get on with one another. You know how people used to envy us our passion and how, because of that, they used to spoil things for us, and how, because of that, we had to disguise our feelings. Well, now that we’ve been wandering about together there is no need for all that. I mean, I really want to discover you again.’

  ‘God, you’re a moaner,’ said the young woman.

  ‘Why do you say that?’

  ‘Well, for the past many years we’ve been discovering each other again and again. After a fight we discover each other. After you’ve gone away to live with someone else and you’ve run back, we’ve discovered each other. After I had the baby we discovered each other again. Don’t you get tired of these discoveries?’

  ‘No, I think discoveries are wonderful.’

  ‘You mean like discovering our capacity for cruelty?’

  ‘That as well.’

  ‘And discovering our insecurities?’

  ‘Yes. Yes.’

  ‘And that it is our cruelty and weaknesses that bind us together?’

  ‘Yes. Wonderful symbiosis.’

  ‘And secretly discovering how much we hate each other’s strengths and beauties?’

  ‘It’s all part of it.’

  ‘And that we’ve made a tolerable hell for each other?’

  ‘A tolerable hell is better than an impossible heaven.’

  ‘You are a fool,’ said the young woman.

  ‘So I am.’

  ‘But I love you.’

  ‘I love you too.’

  ‘I feel a lot of tenderness for you.’

  ‘I feel a volcanic warmth for you.’

  ‘You seducer.’

  ‘You … I don’t know what.’

  ‘Do you love me?’

  ‘Do you promise,’ said the young man, ‘that if I answer honestly we won’t get into another argument?’