SCENE FOUR
Dreams of Fear
He remembers. The snow was falling and covered the corpse. Soon you could not even make out the outlines of the body. Everything was swallowed up. The season was winter. A man, his body which no one wanted, under the snow, not far from a standard issue cinema which looked like a crematorium. And now, as he arrived back home at the house on the Prospect, when he came out of the Metro, a corpse was lying a little apart in the trampled slush, covered by a large piece of cardboard. Feet were sticking out in shoes which seemed to have been squashed. The spot was being guarded by a lone police officer, dumb in the fullness of his powers, stern of mien, wearing a blue-grey greatcoat which made him look like an enormous pigeon flown down to peck at something and now str
