MATHETΩN

My play would differ from Hr. von Trier’s in many ways, the first being: that Grace is mother to all in the town and to the gangsters—primitive Justice being her eldest son; that she is, further, the builder of the town and its sustainer by anonymous donation; that this is known by at least several townspeople, but that all the town make it a great secret—or denounce it a great lie; and that they all say of her the story that we see in Hr. von Trier’s play (or some version of it), while they all treat of her the way that we see in it.

The second being: that two townspeople, late one night, crawl weeping to the door of Grace’s hut and confess themselves her offspring; that the town, with some disdain, allows them her adoptive children; that they become as she—naives, incapable of dissembling or resistance, used in every way.

The third being: that after the wreak of the town, Grace and her adoptive children beget there a city-on-a-hill, so lambent it blinds as far as Georgetown; and that Justice dwells with them their aegis.