WRITER: But tell me before you go. What was the worst thing about being down there?
AGNES: Just existing. Knowing my sight was blurred by my eyes, my hearing dulled by my ears, and bright thought trapped in the grey maze of a brain. Have you seen a brain?
WRITER: And you're telling me that's what's wrong with us? How else can we be?
A Dream Play, Caryl Churchill adaptation
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