Monday, November 20, 2006
The Seventh Circle
Where was Celia?
My professor had to turn detective now. Celia vanished. With what the professsor surmised, she could just as well taken our her own apartment, or she could be cleaning the "new friend"'s apartment, standard operating procedure for runaways about to be trapped by a pimp.
So we go one to--can it be?-- ACT VI, SCENE 6, Take 6--Now isn't that just peachy, 666, the part where our professor approaches the edges of hell.
Interior scene of the professor's studio apartment.
The professor is pacing. Willie Safer is in the studio with him, doing a juggling act with the professor's cutlery again. Willie is exceedingly adept at this-- for a madman.
Professor (Pacing). Where the hell is she, Willie?
Willie (picking the final butterknife out of the air): She has taken our an apartment. Hard to see through this old "crystal ball" You think you were in a triangle. Hah! A triangle always has four corners, no? Maybe five.
THE PROFESSOR HAS STOPPED PACING. HE PICKS UP A NEWSPAPER.
Willie: See they got your poem up on the editorial page.
Willie: Have you considered, Herr Professor,that you may be using Celia for material?
Professor: Do you think I'm that much of an ogre?
Willie: Not so much an ogre. Maybe one possessed.
The professor sits down on a futon, next to the telephone on a parson's table.
Strangely, the telephone rings.
Professor: Hello? Hello?
VOICE ON OTHER END .FEMALE VOICE: Is it you?
Professor: Of course it's me.
Celia: Yes, it's Celia.
Professor: So how have you been? Where have you been? What on earth is going on?
Celia. Oh, Lief and I are breaking up.
Professor: So what now?
Celia: I might go to England and live with my uncle.
Professor: (Giving Willia Safer a wide-eyed look. He has realized that "my uncle" is whore argot for black man.
He covers the receiver, says to Willie: Moving from the red to the black):Now I see it Willie.
WILLIE PICKS UP THE SPOONS TO JUGGLE AGAIN.
Professor: Your uncle. What do you mean your uncle? I thought we had an arrangement.
You could come live with me.
CELIA SEEMS TO TURN ICY.
Celia: Being the kind of person I am, I'm going to take out my own apartment. Take our my apartment,so I can do
what I want.
Professor: Which is?
Celia (In an apparent mood swing): David, you published that poem about us and you didn't tell me.
You have libelled me.
Professor: How could I have libelled you?
(WILLIE SAFER IS OVERHEARING THE CONVERSATION IN THE ECHOING APARTMENT).
Celia: After Lief read the poem, the marriage died for certain. Lief is no fool.
Professor: Au contraire, Madame. Hate to say it. Lief is a dipstick.
CELIA SUDDENLY HANGS UP. DIAL TONE.
The professor puts down the phone, runs his fingers through his hair.
Professor (to Willile): What now, Swami, what now?
Willie: When those on drugs say you libelled them, they're being defensive. And "my uncle" is probably a pseudonym for pimp. Afro-Canadian, I'd guess..
Professor: So what now, Willie:
Willie: You want to saver her? You have to pursue her.
You have to pursue her!
Interior scene of Lief Horvath's apartment. LIef is on the same C-shaped couch that Celia and the professor had
often made their strange brand of love on. Lief has a woman half-reclining next to him. They are watching pornography on the VCR. The lights are off, and there is only the TV's Bluish hue, rising and falling.
THE TELEPHONE RINGING. LIEF HORVATH PICKS IT UP.
Oh. Daniel. Celia is not here.
She's in Toronto. Shes working. She is working.
(The professor at other end): Working? What do you mean she's working?
Lief. Shes working. Right downtown.
Professor: Do you have her number in the city?
Lief: Oh. Ooh. I had it somewhere. THERE IS A LONG PAUSE WHILE LIEF EXTRICATES HIMSELF FROM THE
CLUTCH OF THE WOMAN, WHO LOOKS LIKE SHE MAY HAVE BEEN STRIPPER.
LIef: (Back on phone) Sorry Daniel.Can't find.
But she's working in the city.
With her friend. Her friend.
THE PROFESSOR HANGS UP
THE PROFESSOR'S STUDIO.
THE PROFESSOR IS SITTING DOWN, HEAD IN HANDS.
Willie Safer: What's wrong.
Professor: Give me a scoresheet on this bullshit:
Willie: You want a scoresheet?
Professor: Yeah Give me a scoresheet.
Willie Safer (Laughing):
Celia and the new guy: ten, and the professor? Fuck-all.
.........End scene 7