"His face of muddy yellow might have been modelled in slimy paste—his immovable cheeks were like putty; he had all kinds of ugly refractory wrinkles; the angle of his jaw was massive, his chin heavy, his ear underbred. In repose, and seen in profile, his upper lip was raised at an acute angle, showing two teeth. Those teeth seemed to look at you. The teeth can look, just as the eye can bite." (p.126) "The child distinguished the face. It was coated over with pitch; and this mask, which appeared viscous and sticky, varied its aspect with the night shadows. The child saw the mouth, which was a hole; the nose, which was a hole; the eyes, which were holes. The body was wrapped, and apparently corded up, in coarse canvas, soaked in naphtha. The canvas was mouldy and torn. A knee protruded through it. A rent disclosed the ribs—partly corpse, partly skeleton. The face was the colour of earth; slugs, wandering over it, had traced across it vague ribbons of silver. The canvas, glued to the bones, showed in reliefs like the robe of a statue. The skull, cracked and fractured, gaped like a rotten fruit. The teeth...

Image 1 A line of teeth appears in on corner of the stage. It stays there for a few seconds before disappearing. A face emerges from darkness, lit from above. The lips are tense in a wide sneer. The teeth are black. The face does not move. The sound of a boat crashing into to the rocks is heard. The lights go off on that part of the stage and focus on the opposite corner, where the line of teeth reappears, followed by another one a couple of seconds later. A mouth is now visible. A peal of laughter is heard in the background, as if coming from very far. Image 2 A dark space. A deep sound. A tiny glimmer catches the edges of a figure – a head, or was that an arm? The sound of a microphone knocking against something. It’s a mouth. Lips parting, amplified. Throat swallowing. Clearing of throat. And then the voice. Calm, slow, indistinguishable as man or woman: ‘the corpse is the icicle….the icicle of man’ The sound of freezing, of breath catching ‘the nakedness of the breasts. pathetic’ the deep sound gets louder, vibrating the chest and coming up into the...