Would you go so far as to term disillusionment a loss that beats the ferocity of death itself? The mistimed slashes of the sickle notwithstanding, death is a constant that one gradually internalises to expect and withstand with a ritualistic pinch of salt, as devastating
SCENE ONE Two men post an informal dinner. The setting is a drawing room. The background has the impression of a starry night – a blank canvas dotted with bluish-white, red and green dots, twinkling as if stars. There are two couches on the stage.