March 4, 1972
(Mother has a cold. She remains in contemplation for hall an hour.)
Nothing to say?
What about you, Mother, how are you?
I have a fever.
It was mad yesterday, they made me see two hundred people.
Yes, it's too much.
(Mother plunges in again)
And you, nothing to say?
(Mother shakes her head)
What time is it?
Ten to eleven, Mother.
Do you want to stay ten minutes more?
Yes, if you like, Mother, gladly!
Willingly. When I remain quiet like this, I am all right.
(Mother plunges in)