Chapter Six from THE CLIMBER by JUDGE SMITH

CHOIR:
‘Quiet please everyone. The English is missing.’
‘Which English?’
‘The crazy one.’
‘I knew he’d be trouble.’
‘Old Ragoli saw him heading out of the town, on the path to Cecilia.’
‘I warned him, the bloody fool, and the weather is dreadful.’
‘Get your kit! Bring the gear! Make it fast!’
‘He’s ruined the party, and if he’s not already dead,
I’ll kill him myself!’

THE CLIMBER:
Cold…Cold…Cold…stabbing me like a knife,
beating me like a club, so cold…

Shaking…Shaking…I just can’t stop myself shaking…

Can’t feel my hands, now, I can’t feel my feet.
Can’t feel my arms, now, I can’t feel my legs.
My body is slowly disappearing.
I’m getting smaller. I’m getting smaller.
Someone, something help me…

Feeling better now, I’m almost warm…
Yes, I’m warm. Somehow I’m warm.
Even the rock I’m lying on is warm. It’s soft and warm.
Everything is going to be fine.
It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be fine.
Don’t need this hat anymore.
Don’t need these gloves anymore.
I’m sinking through the ice and through the rock,
As if it was a picture on a screen,
And no more real than any other dream.
Oh, let me be real! Please let me be real!
Don’t want to be a figment of my own imagination...
The mist cleared, the light shone, and something answered softly; “This is as real as reality gets”.
I should have been informed… Somebody should have told me… How could I have had it so completely wrong,
The universe isn’t cold and hard,
the universe is warm and insubstantial.
The universe isn’t made of ice and rock, it’s made of voices…

The universe is made of voices….

Voices… voices…

CHOIR:
Signore!…Inglese!…Signore!…Inglese!…

THE CLIMBER:
Voices…

CHOIR:
Signore!…Inglese!…Signore!…Inglese!…
Signore!…Inglese!…Signore!…
There he is! Over there!
Is he dead?
No, no, His heart is still beating,
Let’s get him tied down on the sled, and back double-quick!

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