The Woman. Then you see the subwoman.
Red Sword (fiercely). We must kill what we see.
The Woman. But have I not shown you that I am something besides a woman?
Red Sword. You might show us that you are everything, and still I would hate you. Hate is not hate unless it exists for its own sake.
The Woman. At last you have spoken the truth. I am everything. And you hate me because you hate me.
Blue Face. Gentle pickles in a vacillating pink mound. Inkwell is not ink. Ink is not inkwell. Flying postman leathers purple letters.
The Woman. But I have reserved my best defence to the last. I am a descendant of Gertrude Stein!
Red Sword. Descendant! What heresy! Gertrude Stein had no descendants. She has ascendants!
Yellow Hat. Deliver the rest of the charge.
Red Sword. Be it known unto you that we are the sole surviving members of the human race. By a process of selection we have killed all except the best stock. You alone remain of the female sex. We charge you not only in your capacity as woman, but in your capacity as mother. In order to prove your right to live, you must justify mankind. We accuse you of being the perpetuator of human beings! Defend yourself!