Jean Anouilh. Eurydice (№ 35205)

Orpheus. Because in the end, unthinkable, when two! Two shells, two mutually impenetrable epidermis divide us. Every man for himself, at least for the cry cry - each with its own oxygen, its own blood, each locked, and infinitely lonely in my skin. Pressed against each other, RUB against each other, to at least a little to get out of this terrible loneliness. Instant joy, instant self-deception, and you're alone again, his liver, his spleen, with all his guts - that they are your only friends.
Eurydice. Shut up!
Orpheus. Because some people and talk. Up yet is. The air with noise passes through the throat and between the teeth. Imperfect Morse code. Tapping with two prisoners from the depths of their cells. Two prisoners who will never see each other. Yes, we alone! Don't you think that we are too lonely?
Eurydice. Hold me tight.
Orpheus (pulls her to him). Heat, Yes. Someone else's warmth. It is still something real. Resistance, a barrier. Blowing heat barrier. Yeah, it means that there is someone else! I'm not really alone. We won't be too demanding to each other.
Eurydice. Tomorrow you will be able to turn around. You will kiss me.
Orpheus. Yes. For a moment sink into you. For a minute I'm going to believe that we two are woven of the stem of the same root. And then we go and we will again become two. Two mysteries, two lies. Two. (Caresses it. Dreamy). What if one day I inhaled with air, swallowed me. How wonderful it would be. I would have been very tiny inside of you, I would be warm, I'd be fine.