(The wetnurse enters and sedates M.)
"His nerve scales are a bit topsy-turvy Doktor Morpheus!" she shouts.
The physician whispers, "Sleep, boy."
(The wetnurse enters and sedates M.)
"His nerve scales are a bit topsy-turvy Doktor Morpheus!" she shouts.
The physician whispers, "Sleep, boy."
(He exits the room, pausing to straighten a framed oil painting of Antonin Artaud and closes the stained glass door.)