A (impatient): Well?
B (reading): "... sick headaches... eye trouble... irrational fear of
vipers... ear trouble... "--nothing for us there--"... fibroid
tumours... pathological horror of songbirds... throat trouble...
need of affection... "--we're coming to it--"... inner void...
congenital timidity... nose trouble... "--ah! listen to this--"...
morbidly sensitive to the opinions of others..." (Looks up.)
What did I tell you?
A (glum): Tsstss!
B: I'll read the whole passage: "... morbidly sensitive to the opinion
of others--" (His lamp goes out.) Well! The bulb has blown!
(The lamp goes on again.) No, it hasn't! Must be a faulty
connection. (Examines the lamp, straightens the flex.) The
flex was twisted, now all is well. (Reading.) "... morbidly
sensitive--" (The lamp goes out.) Bugger and shit!

Pause.

(next two lines spoken on top of each other)
B: "... morbidly sensitive--"
A: Keep your hands off the table.

B: What?
A: Keep your hands off the table. If it's a connection the least jog
can do it.
B: (having pulled back his chair a little way): "... morbidly
sensitive--"

The lamp goes out. B Bangs on the table with his fist.
The lamp goes on again. Pause.

A: Mysterious affair, electricity.

Autor: Samuel Beckett