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(
In
the
cone
of
the
searchlight
behind
the
coalscuttle
,
ollave
,
holyeyed
,
the
bearded
figure
of
Mananaun
MacLir
broods
,
chin
on
knees
.
He
rises
slowly
.
A
cold
seawind
blows
from
his
druid
mouth
.
About
his
head
writhe
eels
and
elvers
.
He
is
encrusted
with
weeds
and
shells
.
His
right
hand
holds
a
bicycle
pump
.
His
left
hand
grasps
a
huge
crayfish
by
its
two
talons
.
)
MANANAUN
MACLIR
:
(
With
a
voice
of
waves
.
)
Aum
!
Hek
!
Wal
!
Ak
!
Lub
!
Mor
!
Ma
!
White
yoghin
of
the
gods
.
Occult
pimander
of
Hermes
Trismegistos
.
(
With
a
voice
of
whistling
seawind
.
)
Punarjanam
patsypunjaub
!
I
won
’
t
have
my
leg
pulled
.
It
has
been
said
by
one
:
beware
the
left
,
the
cult
of
Shakti
.
(
With
a
cry
of
stormbirds
.
)
Shakti
Shiva
,
darkhidden
Father
!
(
He
smites
with
his
bicycle
pump
the
crayfish
in
his
left
hand
.
On
its
cooperative
dial
glow
the
twelve
signs
of
the
zodiac
.
He
wails
with
the
vehemence
of
the
ocean
.
)
Aum
!
Baum
!
Pyjaum
!
I
am
the
light
of
the
homestead
!
I
am
the
dreamery
creamery
butter
.
(
A
skeleton
judashand
strangles
the
light
.
The
green
light
wanes
to
mauve
.
The
gasjet
wails
whistling
.
)
THE
GASJET
:
Pooah
!
Pfuiiiiiii
!
(
Zoe
runs
to
the
chandelier
and
,
crooking
her
leg
,
adjusts
the
mantle
.
)
ZOE
:
Who
has
a
fag
as
I
’
m
here
?
LYNCH
:
(
Tossing
a
cigarette
on
to
the
table
.
)
Here
.
ZOE
:
(
Her
head
perched
aside
in
mock
pride
.
)
Is
that
the
way
to
hand
the
pot
to
a
lady
?
(
She
stretches
up
to
light
the
cigarette
over
the
flame
,
twirling
it
slowly
,
showing
the
brown
tufts
of
her
armpits
.
Lynch
with
his
poker
lifts
boldly
a
side
of
her
slip
.
Bare
from
her
garters
up
her
flesh
appears
under
the
sapphire
a
nixie
’
s
green
.
She
puffs
calmly
at
her
cigarette
.
)
Can
you
see
the
beautyspot
of
my
behind
?
LYNCH
:
I
’
m
not
looking
