Until recently, husband and wife Larry and Anna were estranged. Anna was living with
Start: Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood. Go fuck yourself, you...writer. You liar. Go check a few facts while I get my hands dirty [...]
End: You were so busy feeling your grand artistic feelings you couldn’t see what was in front of you. The girl is fragile and tender. She didn’t want to be put in a book, she wanted to be loved.
For full extended monologue, see:
Marber, Patrick. Closer, Dramatists Play Service, 1999. pp. 49-50.