Rhinocéros

"They're the beautiful ones. I was wrong! Oh, how I would like to be like them. I have no horn, alas! How ugly, a flat forehead. I need one or two to enhance my drooping features. Maybe it'll come, and I won't be ashamed anymore, I'll be able to go and meet them all. But it won't grow! (He looks at his palms.) My hands are sweaty. Will they become rough? (He takes off his jacket, undoes his shirt, contemplates his chest in the mirror.) My skin is flabby. Ah, this body too white, and hairy! How I wish I had hard skin and that gorgeous dark green color, decent, hairless nudity, like theirs!"