by jONATHANRABAN
'We expect nothing from each other. Sometimes-once a fortnight perhaps - these awful, icy meal-times are relieved by a third person. For these friends, we talk with a kind of terrible, glittery enthusiasm....'
Simon De'Ath contemplates his past and his future. His thoughts actaspunctuationmarks in the endless Sow of chat from Hawthorne, an estate agent.
Directed by RICHARD WORTLEY
