TSUMU. The almond water awaits Your Majesty.
HELENA. I hope you haven't forgotten the chiropodist.
TSUMU. He has been commanded but he's always late. He's so busy.
HELENA [in a purring tone to MENELAUS]. Moo Moo.
[MENELAUS, bored, turns away.]
HELENA [to TSUMU]. I think after all I'll wear my Sicily blue.
[She and TSUMU go into the QUEEN'S apartment.]
ANALYTIKOS. Shall we go back to the library?
MENELAUS. My mind is unhinged again--that woman with her endless
protestations.
ANALYTIKOS. I am sorry the poets no longer divert you.
MENELAUS. A little poetry is always too much.
ANALYTIKOS. To-morrow we will try the historians.
MENELAUS. No! Not the historians. I want the truth for a change.
ANALYTIKOS. The truth!
MENELAUS. Where in books can I find escape from the grim reality of
being hitched for life to such a wife? Bah!