the maids

.....and it ended with Claire drinking the cup of tea with 9 sleeping pills. An end act performed at the incisive push from 'the only justifiable direction' based on the plays premises. The only repercussion possible at a nearing dead end. Tiresome monologue of Solange about her rejection of virtues and mismatched social perspective, giving way to Claire's relieve from the same.

Circles are always vicious. And so can be reasoning. The familiarizing repeated rounds of run and endless juggles of arguments converge at a common point- infinity. This was the basic idea behind this magnificent play ( says sartre ) of course, sprinkled all over with existentialist reckonings ( I concede ).

Just finished reading it. Took sometime to read and little more to digest. Now it's your time to read it. I have a void in my brain.