Blind Tiresias

Doc screeches with neurosis like of a sudden blind Tiresias staggering under the weight of new jugs:

What is going on?

Kola: Nothing. It’s gone blank.

Doc: It has. Those bastards!

Kola: Wait!

Doc: You see something.

Kola: Just a writer in a room. - Got his back to us.

Doc: One of those secretive types. Anyway, what’s he got to say for himself?