"Stoppard, Tom - Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead v0.5" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stoppard Tom)

ROS: Game?

GUIL: Were they?

ROS: Are you?

GUIL (understanding): Game. (Flips a coin.) The law of averages, if I have got this right, means that if six monkeys were thrown up in the air for long enough they would land on their tails about as often as they would land on their

ROS: Heads. (He picks up the coin.)

GUIL: Which even at first glance does not strike one as a particularly rewarding speculation, in either sense, even without the monkeys. I mean you wouldn't bet on it. I mean I would, but you wouldn't.... (As he flips a coin.)

ROS: Heads.

GUIL: Would you? (Flips a coin.)

ROS: Heads.

Repeat.

Heads. (He looks up at GUIL----embarrassed laugh.) Getting a bit of a bore, isn't it?

GUIL (coldly): A bore?

ROS: Well ...

GUIL: What about the suspense?

ROS (innocently): What suspense? Small pause.

GUIL: It must be the law of diminishing returns.... I feel the spell about to be broken. (Energizing himself somewhat. He takes out a coin, spins it high, catches it, turns it over on to the back of his other hand, studies the coin---and tosses it to ROS. His energy deflates and he sits.) Well, it was an even chance ... if my calculations are correct.

ROS: Eighty-five in a row---beaten the record!

GUIL: Don't be absurd.

ROS: Easily!

GUIL (angry): Is that it, then? Is that all?

ROS: What?

GUIL: A new record? Is that as far as you are prepared to go?

ROS: Well . . .

GUIL: No questions? Not even a pause?

ROS: You spun them yourself.