I'm the one that watches! They've got no call to watch me! I'll go out and tell them that, an' all! (Opening the curtains in a frenzy) I'm the one that watches!
_The light crosses the window again. He stares, then claps his hands over his eyes.
(Backing to the sofa_) Behind them trees.
(Clutching the invalid chair) Hundreds back of each tree…. Thousands of eyes. The whole damn world's on my track!… (Sitting on the edge of the sofa, and listening) What's that?… Like a big wall fallin' over into the sea…. (Closing his hands over his ears convulsively.)
OLIVIA (coming down to him): They mustn't come in….
DAN (turning to her): Yes, but … (Staring) you're lookin' at me as if you never see'd me before….
OLIVIA: I never have. Nobody has. You've stopped acting at last. You're real. Frightened. Like a child. (Putting her arm about his shoulders) They mustn't come in….
DAN: But everything's slippin' away. From underneath our feet…. Can't you feel it? Starting slow … and then hundreds of miles an hour…. I'm goin' backwards!… And there's a wind in my ears, terrible blowin' wind…. Everything's going past me, like the telegraph-poles…. All the things I've ever seen … faster and faster … backwards—back to the day I was born. (Shrieking) I can see it coming … the day I was born!… (Turning to her, simply) I'm goin' to die.
_A pause.
A knock at the front door._