NASTYA [banging her glass on the table] Why—why do I stay here—with you? I’ll go away somewhere—to the ends of the world!

THE BARON. Without any shoes, my lady?

NASTYA. I’ll go—naked, if must be—creeping on all fours!

THE BARON. That’ll be rather picturesque, my lady—on all fours!

NASTYA. Yes—and I’ll crawl if I have to—anything at all—as long as I don’t have to see your faces any longer—oh, I’m so sick of it all—the life—the people—everything!

SATINE. When you go, please take the actor along—he’s preparing to go to the very same place—he has learned that within a half mile’s distance of the end of the world there’s a hospital for diseased organons . . .

THE ACTOR [raising his head over the top of the stove] A hospital for organisms—you fool!

SATINE. For organons—poisoned with vodka!

THE ACTOR. Yes! He will go! He will indeed! You’ll see!

THE BARON. Who is he, sir?