Robert Icke, Oresteia (Act Three). Went To The Trouble Of Transcribing This For One Of My Silly Little

Robert Icke, Oresteia (Act Three). went to the trouble of transcribing this for one of my silly little comic web weaving posts but u guys can see it on my main too i guess <3

ELECTRA: Dad. You used to sit right there.

AGAMEMNON: I did. Family meals. Your mother's custom. Still going.

ELECTRA: We're not the model family of the modern major general. But then we weren't that when you were here either.

It's strange that you aren't here.

AGAMEMNON: You'll get used to it.

ELECTRA: I haven't yet.

AGAMEMNON: You will.

ELECTRA: It feels like minutes. I know it's been longer than that.

AGAMEMNON: This is it now. This is doing things fatherless.

ELECTRA: I just thought that.

AGAMEMNON: Like father [like son].

ELECTRA: I sharpen my pencil fatherless. I pour a glass of wine fatherless. I don't drink it fatherless. I hear a song fatherless that I used to [like] --

I feel absolutely nothing at all.

I imagine a conversation with my father fatherless. The colour of it stains my head. It echoes. It stays with me. Whether or not any of the words were ever spoken, it's the realest thing that happens all day.