comme d'habitude [elle] rêve des trains

it's [whatever ghastly temperature it is] AND I have a fever which naturally means I've spent the day in bed with Nico Giraldi

Darkness. The lights come back on, revealing a beautiful, luminous, neocapitalist setting. (Yes, let's make it an industrial Milanese landscape, if not an enlarged colour still of Antonioni's Ravenna.) Laura's mimetic ballet now consists of the following: She holds a doll in her arms, or beside her, very large and reproducing her own features. She slowly unscrews its head and screws on another, exactly the same. Then she repeats the action with one arm, then the other, etc., until she has reconstructed the entire doll, which is therefore the same, but different. Tragic music accompanies her ballet and action.