lasses.) Do you think they could have forgotten you
on the other side?

SCHIGOLCH. Would be possible, for it certainly isn't going like it
usually does. (Stroking her knee.) Now you tell--not seen you a long
time--my little Lulu.

LULU. (Jerking back, smiling.) Life is beyond me!

SCHIGOLCH. What do you know about it? You're still so young!

LULU. That you call me Lulu.

SCHIGOLCH. Lulu, isn't it? Have I ever called you anything else?

LULU. In the memory of man my name has no longer been Lulu.

SCHIGOLCH. Another way of naming?

LULU. Lulu sounds to me quite ante-diluvian.

SCHIGOLCH. Children! Children!

LULU. My name now is--

SCHIGOLCH. As if the principle wasn't always the same!

LULU. You mean--?

SCHIGOLCH. What is it now?

LULU. =Eve.=

SCHIGOLCH. Lept, hopped, skipped, jumped....

LULU. I'm listening.

SCHIGOLCH. (Gazing round.) This is the way I dreamt of it for you.
You've aimed straight for it. (Seeing Lulu sprinkling herself with
perfume.) What's that?

LULU. Heliotrope.

SCHIGOLCH. Does that smell better than you?

LULU. (Sprinkling him.) That needn't bother you any more.

SCHIGOLCH. Who would have dreamt of this royal luxury before!

LULU. When I think back--Ugh!

SCHIGOLCH. (Stroking her knee.) How's it going with you, then? You
still keep at the French?

LULU. I lie and sleep.

SCHIGOLCH. That's genteel. That always looks like something. And
afterwards?

LULU. I stretch--till it cracks.

SCHIGOLCH. And when it has cracked?

LULU. What do you mind about that?

SCHIGOLCH. What do I mind about that? What do I mind? I'd rather live
till the last trump and renounce all heavenly joys than leave my Lulu
deprived of anything down here behind me. What do I mind about that?
It's my sympathy. To be sure, my better self =is= already
transfigured--but I still have some sense for this world.

LULU. I haven't.

SCHIGOLCH. You're too well off.

LULU. (Shuddering.) Idiot....

SCHIGOLCH. Better than with the old dancing-bear?

LULU. (Sadly.) I don't dance any more.

SCHIGOLCH. For him it was time, too.

LULU. Now I am-- (Stops.)

SCHIGOLCH. Speak how it is with you, child! I believed in you when
there was no more to be seen in you than your two big eyes. What are
you now?

LULU. A beast....

SCHIGOLCH. That you--! And what kind of a beast? A fine beast! An
elegant beast! A glorified beast! Then I'll let them bury me. We're
through with prejudices--even with the one