Not I by Freud?
I greet my partners-in-quarantine (and soon to be) -in-crime (since the whole situation is intolerable).
I was reading some phrases told by Freud when I encountered this:
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.”
I did remember immediately the female mouth that occupied us for about two and a half hours last Thursday (even more for those of us who watched and read at home) and I felt that what Freud is saying is possibly what is happening to the woman; speechless for so many years, with words and language hidden somewhere inside her and now bursting so violently and uncontrollably, now they all emerge in the cruelest and most revolting way. It's like her own mouth could not tolerate the pain of all these years and now it is making its own revolution... in the uglier way. Like this immediate organ of expression and interaction and communication got disappointed from the rest of the body, that did no movement to resist, to hit, to run from what it was living and therefore it cut itself as to become autonomous.
And the same happens in everyday life, when we finally can't keep our emotions buried any longer and we suddenly have an explosion and in the end we even wonder (after we have calmed down) "how did I manage to say all this?" and "what happened to me?"
Shame that Beckett did not provide us with part 2, isn't it?
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