Frankenstein’s Heirs

Abstract

The auditorium, as Peh saw through the slit between the curtains, was two thirds full. There had to be more than 200 people in the audience. His actors crowded in from behind so that they could look out, too; he all but fell into the curtain and rolled under it and off the stage, which would have sent him tumbling across the ramp and finally coming to rest at the feet of the first row of seats. That was where most of the former board of trustees were sitting now, like referees at a figure skating event. Would they grant him ten points, and thus the new job? In the second row he saw his favorite colleagues, those who had always attended his plays. He turned around. “Oh man, all my housemates are sitting out there.” “Well, sure, you gave them free tickets!” “Let me have a look, too”, said Anton. “Nobody will come for you anyway”, said Kit, “Or does Attac go to the theater?” “You have no idea.” Anton, Anton. The heartache and head worry that guy had caused him with his talk of revolution. But now, Peh thought, pacified, now everything was coming together harmonically. Anton had ...