Finish 2.1 (day 19)

_{Marie: No. I suppose you know we had a bit of quarrel last night. He's started painting again and that's good. I'm sure he just fell asleep, probably with a brush in his hand.}

_{Monsieur: You think he went back to painting last night?}

_{Marie: I'm sure so. I know he was rude last night, and we fought, but that's often when he goes off and does his best work.}

_{Monsieur: He does this often?}

_{Marie: No. Well, I guess he's got an artistic temperament as they say. He blows up easily, but he doesn't go crazy. He's not violent, just gets angry.}

_{Monsieur: The line between non-violent and violent—it barely exists it is so fine. A man can suddenly do something that if you had described it to him only a moment before he would have said it is impossible, it could not happen. But then someone is dead.}

_{Marie: Dead! He may be drunk and maybe he wasn't painting but now you're talking crazy! (exits)}

_{Monsieur holds his head, looks toward the beach and moves into the shadows of his regular table as lights fade out.}