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64 BRUNO The façade falls. The wax begins to melt. The solid steel beams, it turns out, are made of plastic, The marble walls are painted wood, And the rose, The beautiful red rose, the rose of justification: A crêpe facsimile! Its aroma mechanically emanating From a perfume squirt in the vase. Is this a fitting end to the farce? you ask. You've thrown your sins to the devil for generations. Infidel devil. Heretic devil. Red, black and yellow, traitor, anarchist devil. But who'd ever have thought the devil'd come up To confront you with an inventory?

VAISYA

The next scene took place in India, last year.

SCENE: INDIA

INDIO You are pure, Vaisya. But your purity sits heavy on my stomach!

MOKSA Do not let an old man die.