Sat, Feb 18


The Doc and Koo are in the place which, two weeks ago, they entered, bagged-up to the nines.
In that same place are nine bags, still full, untouched.
The Doc and Koo exchange regards.   
Not liking very much what they see through the other's eyes,  they revert to their own view of life.

DOC:  ?Remember on day one, Koo,  how I told you that you'd have times of spite, and spite 
.          again.  Yet, despite such spite, you'd also have times of respite.  Do you recall ? 
           (Koo nods, uncertainly    ......  pause . . . .  Doc then nodding to a horn lying at K's feet ..)  . 
           You going to pick it up then?   (Koo picks up the horn - a flugelhorn - and begins to play it.)    
           Oh ! you blow like a beast  ...  (Doc shouting above noise of horn) ..
           You now recognise your state of the last two weeks, don't you?   ..  
           What we docs refer to .. (here Koo stops playing .. Doc still shouting ) ..
           we refer to..     (now lower) ..  as a  flugel state      (Koo nods, begins playing again)   ..    
           !Oh like a beast, I tell you, like a beast!!