man: "blimey! i...i suppose...that was it."
woman: "wasn't it light?"
man: "yea, terrific. you--you get terrific light with those bombs.
listen! a dog!"
woman: "what does the fallout look like, dear?"
man: "fallout? the government director neglected to mention what it
would look like. i expect it would look a bit like snow does, only
gray. very quiet. i expect they're all are having a good lie-in
after the bombing."
woman: "terrible smell of burning."
man: "well, yes. well there's bound to be. that's logical..."
woman: "it's like...roast meat."
man: "yes, it does. i expect everybody will be having their sunday
dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..."
man: "a cloud coming up. looks like rain. we'll be alright for
water now for a while, my dear."
woman: "do you think rainwater is alright to drink?"
man: "well, yes, of course it is. there's nothing purer than
rainwater, is there? everybody knows that."
woman: "oh, look! my hair's coming out." |