(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 'Noil
Coward' which is crossed out and 'Nude Organist' written underneath.
He is holding fifth 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 earntsly 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'