Civil Servant v. Clerk

The Civil Servant tries in vain to understand. The Clerk repeats:

I wrote all this. Well, not all this exactly, but I wrote something a lot like this while I was at work. That's what I'm trying to say. It's like what I wrote is coming to life. It wasn't you and me. Instead it was two other people, a Banker and a Bank Robber.

The Civil Servant purses his lips sympathetically. He doesn't understand. The Clerk sees that he doesn't understand. He repeats:

The same basic entry: two people meet, they talk for awhile, and then they duel.

The Civil Servant asks the Clerk if he works as a Copywriter. The Clerk replies in the negative. I'm a clerk, and I write at work, he says.

Memos?

And plays. Sometimes short stuff.

So you're a Writer, a Playwright.

I work as a clerk.

You write memos.

I write memos and plays.

At work?

I don't really do much work at work.

You work at home?

No, at the office. I write in the office, at work, when I should be working.

Why not write at home?

I have a wife and dog.

And you wrote this?

Right. At work.

I don't understand.

It isn't that the Civil Servant's stupid; we all peer into the world of others and ask,

How is this?

Yet it is!

And it's a blessing that we can't understand.

They raise their guns, their guns go off.