James is a mysterious art dealer interested in purchasing a house. He
I’ll tell you something. And of course I may be completely wrong. But I’m certain you have one of those beds, don’t you, that folds up into a sofa.
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The disadvantage in this case being that desolate feeling that nothing in the room has really happened to distinguish between morning, evening, and night.
Martin Crimp, Dealing With Clair. In Martin Crimp: Plays 1. Faber & Faber, 2000, pp. 52.
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