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Act I, Scene 1
1891. A provincial German school.
Boys sit upright at their desks,
reciting from Virgil's Aeneid .
Headmaster SONNENSTICH walks the
aisles beside them, listening.
BOYS
...Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris
Italiam fato profugus --
SONNENSTICH
Spine straight, Herr Robel.
BOYS
(Continuing)
...Laviniaque venit
litora --
SONNENSTICH
(Hearing something suspiciously off)
Herr Stiefel.
Sir...?
MORITZ
SONNENSTICH
Continue. On your own, please.
(As MORITZ hesitates)
Herr Stiefel...
MORITZ
(Haltingly)
...Laviniaque venit...
Yes...?
SONNENSTICH
MORITZ
...litora... multum enim --
SONNENSTICH
"Multum enim "...?
MORITZ
(Taking another stab at it)
...multum olim --
SONNENSTICH
(Losing patience)
" Olim "?! "Multum olim"...?! So then, somehow the Pious
Anaeas ha s "already" s uffered much "in the days to
come"...?
(No response)
Herr Stiefel?
(No response)
Do you have any idea what you're saying, Herr Stiefel?
(MORITZ is too mortified to respond)
SONNENSTICH (Cont'd)
(Turns to MELCHIOR)
Herr Gabor...?
MELCHIOR
(Letter-perfect)
...Laviniaque venit
litora... multum ille --
Yes...
SONNENSTICH
MELCHIOR
...et terris iactatus et alto --
SONNENSTICH
Good, Herr Gabor. As ever...
MELCHIOR
...vi superum, saevae memorem...
SONNENSTICH
(A call to resume the group recitation)
Everyone. Please. In the manner of Melchior Gabor...
BOYS
...Iunonis ob iram
multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem...
(The boys' recitation grows louder, more
insistent, more numbing -- as if somehow we
were entering into MELCHIOR's psychic
experience of it. A bit of contemporary,
electronic music drifts through)
MELCHIOR
I'm listening now
To the drifting wind.
It haunts me --
A murmur, a doubt,
A shadow calling...
(MELCHIOR turns out, and wails a "rock
soliloquy". None of the other children can
hear what he's singing)
MELCHIOR (Cont'd)
Is it living --
Simply waiting?
Simply longing
Sadly...?
Is it living --
Feeling other?
Is it living...?
Sitting by some window
And sending out some prayer --
As if someone there... were there...
Is it living --
Nothing in me,
Empty talking
At me...?
Telling heaven
How you hunger --
Is it living...?
Is it living?
Someone there within you,
Who murmurs in despair...
Shadow, will you lead me still somewhere...?
Somewhere...?
(MORITZ taps MELCHIOR's shoulder, interrupting
his "soliloquy")
MORITZ
Melchior...
MELCHIOR
Mmm...?
MORITZ
There's, uh, something I have to ask you.
Yes...?
MELCHIOR
MORITZ
("Well, all right then")
Last night I suffered a visit from the most horrific, dark
phantasm...
MELCHIOR
You had a dream...?
MORITZ
A nightmare, really.
MELCHIOR
("Ah yes, I see...")
Perhaps you sensed the presence of something feminine ...?
MORITZ
("Like a holocaust!")
Legs in sky-blue stockings, climbing over the lecture
podium.
(A beat)
Have you ever suffered such... mortifying visions?
MELCHIOR
Moritz, of course. We all have.
Georg Zirschnitz dreamt about his mother.
MORITZ
Really?!!
(A beat)
It's like some kind of joke God is playing on us. Why
can't we just sleep through it? I can hardly talk to a
girl anymore, without feeling... I don't know what.
And, in the meantime, I still don't know... Melchi, I
don't even know how... we're conceived.
MELCHIOR
I'll tell you everything. I got it out of books. You'll
be shocked -- it made an atheist out of me.
MORITZ
I've been trying so hard to bear down and study. But the
more I try and concentrate on Greek conjugations -- on
Louis Quatorze -- on quadratic equations -- the more my
mind keeps insistently wandering...
MELCHIOR
To...?
(MORITZ looks out into the distance. MELCHIOR
cannot hear what MORITZ is singing)
Judi Nathan.
Kelly Casson.
Sally Timmerman...
MORITZ
Anna Kim.
Lucinda Primm.
Jill and Jenny Sands...
Good ole Lisa.
Christ, she seems so
Distant, and so sad.
Then there's Cindy,
Somehow with me --
Doesn't matter where I am...
O, my hands
Adjust my pants,
In the auditorium.
Down the hall,
Into the stalls,

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