The Man is sitting drawing his current girlfriend, the Other Woman.
START: Nothing. There’s no difference. Not to start with. To start with they’re all just trout. Brown trout. In the river. As they all grow up, go to school, all the brown trout find their spot on the river, their turf, and they defend it against other fish.
END: Whereas your sea trout migrates. Unlike your salmon which spawns once and dies, your sea trout go back to the sea, get bigger, and next year do it all over again. Unless they get caught. Suddenly. In the middle of the night.
Jez Butterworth, The River, NHB Modern Plays, electronic edition, 2012, pp.50-51.
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