Old Man: "Ah! This house, this island, I can't get used to it. Water all around us...water under the windows, stretching as far as the horizon." (10)
Old Woman: "Come on now, imitate the month of February." . . .
Old Man: "All right, here's the month of February."
Stage Directions: "He scratches his head like Stan Laurel." (28-31)
Old Woman: "It's as if suddenly I'd forgotten everything...it's as though my mind were a clean slate every evening." (38)