- (The nude organist is seated at his organ in the open air, with
a lovely scarlet dressing-gown draped round his shoulders. It says on
it 'Noel Coward' which is crossed out and 'Nude Organist' written underneath.
He is talking to a journalist with a notepad who is nodding and interviewing
him. Someone else holds a small tape recorder. Make-up ladies are adding
the finishing touches. They bring him a mirror while he talks. Someone
is taking photos of him, perhaps with flashbulbs.)
Nude Man: Well I see my role in it as, er, how can I put it best - the nude man - as sort of symbolizing the two separate strands of existence, the essential nudity of man...
(They realize that they are on camera. They remove the man's robe and clear the set. He grins at the camera and plays his chords. Cut to the announcer. He is sitting at his desk in the middle of a field but he is talking earnestly to a trendy girl reporter.)
Announcer: It's an interesting question. Personally I rather adhere to the Bergsonian idea of laughter as a social sanction against inflexible behaviour but... excuse me a moment... And now...
It's Man: It's...
(Animated titles.)
Voice Over: (and Caption): 'AND NOW THE TEN SECONDS OF SEX'
(Black screen and the sound of a ticking clock .for ten seconds.)
Voice Over: (and caption) : 'ALL RIGHT, YOU CAN STOP NOW'
