In a dilapidated plantation house in the Mississippi Delta *Bill is adjusting an extravagant cravat while staring at a Rococo mirror, in which his reflection does not appear. He speaks to himself.*
Mah deah boy, you look positively extrOHdinary.
*Mimes a bow*
Wah thank you, Ah'm sure. Have you had a look at the moon tonight?
*Goes to French windows and throws them open, to look at a large, grayish moon that seems to hang heavy and close overhead, turning the landscape silver. Smiles ironically.*
Oh how thoughtless of me!
*Leans on the rail of the balcony and drinks in the air.
Not at all, not at all. Several days past full, anyway.