Synopsis

There is a story.—I cannot tell it.—I have no words. The story is almost forgotten but sometimes I . The story concerns three men in a house in a street. If I could say the words I would sing the story. I would whisper it into the ears of women, of mothers. I would run through the streets saying it over and over. My tongue would be torn loose—it would rattle against my teeth. The three men are in a room in the house. One is young and dandified. He continually laughs.