During a lull in this conversation, a young/middle aged ‘Insurance Clerk’ enters from SR. He has
practically no self-assurance whatsoever. He looks very bewildered and anxiously smiles at
them, introducing himself as – “Rook – Insurance” – he offers a limp hand. They both look at
him, but do nothing making him more socially ill at ease than ever.

At this moment a young dynamic ‘Oil Prospector’ enters from SL with tape rule, small special
hammer and smart notebook. He walks quickly around the stage area, hopping over the bodies,
taking measurements, making short stops to consider, decide and continue to take more
measurements. En passant – Rook performs the same interlocutory ritual – perfunctory
handshake from ‘Prospector’ – “Nash – High Purity Petro-Chemicals” – carries on – Rook following
behind him desperate to be accepted but of no avail as Nash is totally occupied and using his
vocalised, highly technical thoughts as a form of conversation that requires no answers or
comments. He is saying all this as he lies flat with his ear to the ground, tapping with his
hammer and listening intently, springing up – moving somewhere else and repeating the process.

All the time, the Captain and Bohemian Lady are watching in a study of disbelief and quiet amazement.

A gradual quietening of the Prospector’s activities and the reacceptance of his isolation by
Rook, - the inward settling of the captain, now seated on sand – and turning away of Bohemian
Lady towards the sea and sky is overlapped by a slow, one after the other, awakening and
sitting up of the six people. Half asleep they in turn pick up and start gently blowing across their
bottles. This produces an eerie fog and mist blanketed atmosphere and is added to by the other
four being gradually drawn in to the trance-like state, blowing bottles also. They have all now
formed a line seated on their haunches as in the first chanting sequence.