Jack is recovering from a nervous breakdown and lives alone, having
START: It was one of those weeks when loose ends, apparently, were being tied up. You know, once the people who do cause trouble are gone, then it’s time to get the ones who might cause trouble, or the ones who might once possibly have been able to cause trouble twenty years ago—oh, you know the whole story.
END: I sat on the bench for a very long time, lost—sunk deep—in the experience of unbelievable physical pleasure, maybe the greatest pleasure we can know on this earth—the sweet, ever-changing caress of an early evening breeze.
For full extended monologue, please refer to the script edition cited here: Wallace Shawn, The Designated Mourner, Theatre Communications Group, 2010, .Electronic Edition, pp.68-72.
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