“And. This is weird. He does...

“And.

This is weird.

He doesn’t want the reactor to get to watch him die.

So he starts off, back down the road. And he’s thinking, all I want is to get around that curve up there. So I’m out of sight. Feets, just carry me that far. Feets don’t fail me now.

And this is the point where he snaps out of it. He’s standing at the station, with his dolly, and, 6 gas canisters he’s scrounged from garages, and a few plastic tubs he found in restaurants. Half of them full of gas. And he looks up the roadway leading to the plant. And he knows he can’t do it. He drops the siphon. He walks away.

He said: it’s not knowing, that’s the problem.

He said: I think I can handle anything, if I know what it is

I just can’t manage the dread.

(Bitty pause.)

And then we talked about duct tape. I have a box of it. You’re welcome to some if you want.”

(Washburn, Anne. Mr Burns. London: Oberon Modern Plays, 2014. Kindle Locations 602-614. Kindle Edition.)