L'année dernière à Marienbad

X:
Empty salons. Corridors. Salons. Doors. Doors. Salons. Empty chairs, deep armchairs, thick carpets. Heavy hangings. Stairs, steps. Steps, one after the other. Glass objects, objects still intact, empty glasses. A glass that falls, three, two, one, zero. Glass partition, letters.

[X wanders through the hotel's corridors cataloging items he sees]

X:
Empty salons. Corridors. Salons. Doors. Doors. Salons. Empty chairs, deep armchairs, thick carpets. Heavy hangings. Stairs, steps. Steps, one after the other. Glass objects, objects still intact, empty glasses. A glass that falls, three, two, one, zero. Glass partition, letters.

X:
I must have you alive. Alive, as you have already been every evening, for weeks, for months.

A:
I have never stayed so long anywhere.

X:
Yes, I know. I don't care. For days and days. Why don't you still want to remember anything?

A:
You're raving! I'm tired, leave me alone!