Free Personae by Sergio De La Pava Page A

Listen.
     
    CLARISSA: Because I haven’t told anybody this. But I have a child, a son, I’ll be returning to.
     
    LUDWIG: A son?
     
    CLARISSA: Yes, a star so powerful his rising and setting is momentous enough to determine my days. And here’s a thing little said about the parent-child dynamic. Someone, let’s say an infant, is born. An adult, maybe two, will then fix its gaze on the reluctant arriviste and experience an emotion so strong we had to name it love. The possible commonplace is that said adult’s love for the child will continue to grow throughout the child’s lifetime despite the indubitable fact that the recipient becomes less loveable over time. Any doubters can witness the inevitable mother’s background tears as her reprobate son is led to the electric chair.
     
    The ugly secret, of course, is that the child’s love for the adult will not grow. It will dwindle and fade commensurate with Nature’s assault on the relevant body. This lack of reciprocity may ensure an orderly revolution between the living and the dead but it can be a cruel turn for those who end up at the bottom looking up at where they once were.
     
    LUDWIG: I didn’t know. When I said you should be the one to go… I… didn’t know.
     
    CLARISSA: I know but now it’s all the more perfect. Let’s go ( gathering her things ) I’ve prepared some words.
     
    ( Clarissa leaves suddenly, moving toward the others and leaving Ludwig alone. )
     
    LUDWIG: Do I even have to say that someone had to go and that this someone will inevitably have built human connections they must jeopardize? It would have to be the strongest connection we know of though: a mother and her son, a son folded into his mother. Isn’t an offense directed at her most powerful emblem a blow against Life itself? And wouldn’t banishment then constitute an appropriate retaliatory deprivation?
     
    No matter because the equities cry out in my favor. Did I not feel my breast swell with truth as I declared that someone had to go? And didn’t that swelling subside only slightly when I identified her as the ideal goer? I say true words animated by false air retain their value as truth and a proper end justifies my meaning. That then settles the matter.
     
    ( pause )
     
    Yes, quite the settlement. Any doubt as to guilt rejected as not reasonable. For like a cough in the fugitive dark the rationalization identifies and exposes the guilty. Lady and Gentleman Factfinder: he sought to rationalize his actions through florid speech and The Judge will instruct you that you may properly infer a consciousness of guilt from such a flight away from truth.
     
    ( pause )
     
    But there remains time for the remedy to halt any poisonous progress!
    ( He runs toward Clarissa to find her standing with her belongings near the exit and formally addressing the others. )
     
    CLARISSA: In sum I think the coinage heavy heart caught on more out of alliterative allure than any great metaphorical value so I’m striving here for a more genuine and revelatory…
     
    LUDWIG: I’m sorry to interrupt Clarissa.
     
    CLARISSA: Yes, you are.
     
    LUDWIG: But could I have a word with you?
     
    CLARISSA: You can have as many as you need provided you don’t take them from me.
     
    LUDWIG: ( looking at the others ) Has to be a private word guys.
     
    NESTOR: Well if that doesn’t beat all. Privacy he says as he makes a public spectacle of himself. Well never mind, Charles knows when he’s been insulted. Let’s go gentlemen.
    ( They don’t move but instead draw closer that they may hear better. Finally Clarissa and Ludwig move away. )
     
    CLARISSA: What is it? I was just getting rolling.
     
    LUDWIG: I feel I was maybe slightly less than straight with you but in my defense… um… I wasn’t honest before.
     
    CLARISSA: That’s some defense.
     
    LUDWIG: When I said you should be the one to go and painted a rosy picture of what you could expect, when I did that I was lying.
     
    CLARISSA: I