DIALOGUE IN EDINBURGH
By Susanna Roxman
ANDREW, a classical musician in his 40ís.
DAVID, an actor in his 50ís.
WAITER, in his 30ís. A silent rŰle.
At a smart, rather cosy, at the moment quiet restaurant
in central Edinburgh. Itís an August evening towards the end
of the Edinburgh Festival. Andrew and David, both a little
tipsy, are sharing a (second) bottle of wine. When we first
see them, the last bars of some traditional Scottish song,
played on a piano, is heard. The dialogue has already begun,
so to speak; weíre tuned in gradually.
ANDREW: Sheís lovely as a person, as a partner.
DAVID: You seem happy together, itís
heartening to watch.
ANDREW: I never thought love would
unfold so late.
DAVID: You were fated to meet. Iím
envious, you know.
ANDREW: What happened to John?
DAVID: I donít know. Heís gone.
ANDREW: How do you mean, gone?
DAVID: With the wind and snow.
ANDREW: You were together at our
DAVID: Yes, I know. I must say it
rather hurts to remember.
ANDREW: December, that wasnít very long
ago. So what happened in between?
DAVID: God knows.
ANDREW: And what will happen?
DAVID: Remains to be seen.
ANDREW: He seemed so boyish, had a
great sense of fun.
DAVID: People sometimes thought he was
ANDREW: Didnít you help him a lot in
DAVID: He was dear to me, Andy. Very
ANDREW: When did you two split up?
DAVID: I wish this cup would pass from
ANDREW: He left you very recently, I
DAVID: Since then Iíve been standing on
a kind of brink.
ANDREW: An extreme situation, yes. I
DAVID: Never had a dream as bad.
ANDREW: But you should look ahead.
DAVID: More dead than alive, I often
ANDREW: If thatís any comfort, you look
DAVID: Hell, letís talk about something
nice. (Raises his glass.) Prueís clearly superior to
your earlier girls.
ANDREW (Raises his glass): Sheís a
precious pearl, body and mind.
(The men drink simultaneously, then put
their glasses down.)
DAVID: The others appeared unfinished, crude, like pottery
not yet fired and glazed. Facing the future, Prue moves
ANDREW: Youíre in a strange mood.
DAVID: Lifeís weird, as all things
ANDREW: Love and art make it
DAVID: Art alone for me, love is passť.
ANDREW: For my poor part, I disagree.
Women and men admire you, as youíre aware.
DAVID: No woman could quench my fire.
You know that very well.
Let me tell you this: if you hadnít
been straight Iíd asked you for a date ages ago.
ANDREW (a little amused): So this isnít a date?
DAVID: Donít be naÔve.
ANDREW: Iím flattered. It grieves me I
DAVID: I wouldnít force you.
ANDREW (ironically): Thoughtful and
DAVID: And loveís not blind.
ANDREW: Itís partly your fame. Your
more than familiar name scares people off.
DAVID (drily): I realize as much.
ANDREW: Such glory as you possess cuts
two ways, attracts and repels.
DAVID: I donít like dwelling on
ANDREW: You know youíre always welcome
to Prue and me.
DAVID (maudlin) You two, I confess, are
my best friends. The rest are bores, or only want my help in
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