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PAUL (soliloquizing) Anyone would think psychoanalysts never quarrelled. When the Wars of Psychoanalysis start we shall see something – and no holds barred. Santayana feared the day when the scientific beasts and blackguards would get hold of the world. What made him speak of the English as ‘sweet boyish masters‘? Goodnight, Roland; thank Alice for her hospitality. It is your turn to dream isn't it?
ROLAND I don't dream. I'm nearly asleep now …
DOCTOR Quite right; don't dream. Ever tried mescal? No? The pyramids at Teotihuacan would give you a nightmare.
ROLAND Noa! Noa! Take these horrible clothes away! Do you hear! Evade! Psycho-flim-flam. That fellow would drive me up the wall. I don't see what Alice sees in him. Have they excavated these pyramids? The wind blows chill in this deathly place. That cruel bitch would have any man drawn and quartered if she could find a butcher to do it.
ALICE Do you mean Rosemary? I like her.
ROLAND You women are all the same. She's a cruel snake. The snake didn't tempt Eve; she tempted him. I see him now, slithering down the tree, his tongue flickering as she caresses him. What an undergrowth of contorted pipes and tubes to plant as a thicket about this tree.
DOCTOR No. Quite usual. It's the mescal, the local form of tundra.
ALICE Roland, you're dreaming; don't fight the bedclothes.
ROLAND What! Quite right. The tube is the quickest.
ALICE Good night … nearly asleep myself.