Presser on Mt. Olympus
It was a bit of liver trouble, longstanding . . .
The eagle, every night . . .
—That eagle brimmed with positive energy.
Why, they played badminton together!
The bird used its wing as a racket.
Chained upon the rock . . .
—According to law.
Such a waste.
—Prophylaxis. Chaos if our mountain falls.
It was a gift of fire.
—So-called fire.
Who wants it? No one wants it here.
Show me one person here who wants it!
[A long silence. They stare at each other.]