 trying to put it from me, saying, Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything, and I resume the struggle. So again, am I? I am glad to see you. I thought you were gone forever. Me too. Together again at last. We'll have to celebrate, but how? Get up till I embrace you. Not now! I spent the night in a ditch. A ditch? Where? Over there. And they didn't beat you? Beat me? Certainly they beat me. The same lap as usual? The same? Well, I had to go go all these years, but for me, where would you be? You'd be nothing but a little heap of bones at the present minute. No doubt about that. Well, what? From the top of the Eiffel Tower among the first. We were respectable in those days. Now it's too late. They wouldn't even glass up. Help me. It hurts? Hurts. I didn't know what you'd say if you have what I have. It hurts? Hurts? It hurts. You might button it all the same. Never neglect the little things in life. What do you expect to always wait till the last moment? The last moment? Hope deferred, make it to something sick. Who said that? Why don't you help me? Sometimes I feel it coming all the same. And then I go all queer. How shall I say? Relieved. And at the same time, I'll be done. Well? Nothing to show. Let's try to put it on again. There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet. This is getting alarming. One of the thieves was saved. It's a reasonable percentage. Coco, he repented. Repented what? Oh, we wouldn't have to go into the details. Our being born? We wouldn't dare to even laugh anymore. Dreadful privation, merely smile. It's not the same thing. Nothing to be done. Coco, what is it? Did you ever read the Bible? The Bible. I must have taken a look at it. Do you remember the Gospels? I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Color they were very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say. That's where we'll go on our honeymoon. A swim will be happy. You should have been a poet. I was. Isn't that obvious? Where was I? How's your foot? Swelling visibly. Ah, yes, the two thieves. Do you remember the story? No. Shall I tell it to you? No. It'll pass the time. Two thieves crucified at the same time as our savior. One. How, what? Our savior. Two thieves. One is supposed to have been saved, and the other. Saved from what? Hell. I'm going. And yet, how is it? This is not boring you, I hope. And yet, how is it? Of the four evangelists, only one speaks of a thief being saved. All four were there, or thereabouts, but only one speaks of a thief being saved. Turn the ball, can't you? Once in a way. I find this really most extraordinarily interesting. One out of the four of the other three, two don't mention any thieves at all, and the third says both of them abused him. Oh, what? What's this all about, abused two? The savior. Why? Because he wouldn't save them. From hell? Ipasoul, from death. I thought you said hell. From death? Then, the two of them must have been damned. Well, there is to it. But one of the four says one of the two is saved. Thief being saved. Why believe him rather than the others? Who believes him? Everybody. It's the only version they know. Bloody ignorant apes. Charming spot? Inspiring prospects? Let's go. We can't. Why not? We're waiting for good. Are you sure it was here? What? That we were to wait. He said by the tree. Do you see any others? What is it? No more weeping. Perhaps it's not the season. Looks to me more like a bush. A shrug. A bush. What are you insinuating? That we've come to the wrong place? He should be here. He didn't say for sure he'd come. And if he doesn't come, we'll come back tomorrow. Then the day after tomorrow? Possibly. And so what? So let's. We came here yesterday. Ah, no. There, you're mistaken. What did we do yesterday? What did we do yesterday? Yes. Why? Nothing is certain when you're about. In my opinion, we were here. You recognized the place? I didn't say that. Well, there's no difference. All the same, that tree, that bomb. Are you sure it was this evening? What? That we were to wait. He said Saturday. I think. You think? That's the main thing. No, not it. What Saturday? The fan is it Saturday? Is it not, in fact, Sunday? Or Monday? It's not possible. Or the Thursday? What will we do? If he came yesterday and we were here, you may be sure that he won't come again today. But you say we were here yesterday. I may be mistaken. Can we stop talking for a moment? Ah, ah, ah, ah, do you mind? All right. It isn't nice of you, Dee Dee. Who might you talk about my private nightmares if I can't tell them to you? Let them remain private. You know I can't bear that. There are times when I wonder if we wouldn't be better apart. You wouldn't go far. That would be too bad. Except for wayfarers? It proceeds to a brothel. Give me. Cundee, take my hand. Brace me. Don't be stubborn. Please. What do we do now? Wait. But why are we waiting? What about hanging ourselves? It gives an erection. An erection? With all that fouls. Where false mantras grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that? Let's hang ourselves immediately from above. I don't trust it. We can always try. Go ahead. After you. No, not you first. Why me. You're lighter than I am. Just so. I don't understand. Use your intelligence, can't you? I remain in the dark. This is how it is. The bow. Not break. Go, go, go. Even chance will work nearly. What do we do? It's safer. Good idea. Let's wait and see what he says. Let's wait till we know exactly how we stand. On the other hand, it might be better to strike the iron before it freezes. I'm curious to know what he has to offer. Then we'll take it or leave it. What exactly did we ask him for? Were you not there? I can't have been listening. Nothing very definite. Prayer? Precisely. A vague supplication, exactly. And what did he reply? That he'd see. That he couldn't promise anything. That he'd have to think it over in the quiet of his home. His family, his friends, his books, his correspondence, his agents, his second count before taking a decision. That's the normal thing. Is it not? I think it is. I think so too. I beg your pardon? And I said, and we? I don't understand. Where do we come? Take your time. Come in. On our hands and knees. As bad as that? Your worship which is to assert his parochitans. We've got no rights anymore. I heard shouts. Why would he shout? That is worse. Like a carrot. Is that all there is? I might have some turrets. Give me a carrot. It's a turret. It's one. It was a carrot. Oh, boy. Oh, that's turnips. You might have eaten the last one. Oh, wait. Here you go. There you are, dear fellow now. Make it last. That's the end of them. I asked you a question. Did you reply? How's the carrot? It's a carrot. So much better. So much better. Well, what was it you wanted to know? I forgot. That's what a noisy. I always remember this carrot. Now I remember. Well, we're not tied. Saying we're not tied. Tied to Godot. For the moment. His name is Godot. I think so. Fancy that. Funny. The more you eat, the worse it gets. With me, it's just the opposite. In other words, I get used to the mock as I go along. Is that the opposite question of temperance? A carrot. Nothing you can do about it. No use pruggling what is what one is. No use wriggling. The essential doesn't change. Nothing to be done. I can finish it. I present myself. Pato? Does that name mean nothing to you? We see. Pato. Pato or bozo? Pato. No. I'm afraid. No. I don't seem to. We're not from this park, sir. You are human beings nonetheless. As far as one can see. Of the same species as myself. How do you see? You know? You took me forward. Not for an instant, sir. No, sir. Who is he? He's a kind of acquaintance. Nothing of the kind we hardly know him. We don't know him very well. Personally, I wouldn't even know him if I saw him. You took me for him. That's to say you understand the dusk. Waiting. The string. I confess. I thought for a minute back. Waiting. So, you were waiting for him. Well, you see. Here! Road is free to walk. That's the way we looked at it. It's a disgrace. But there you are. Nothing. Getting done. Every time it drops, it falls asleep. Up! I've met you. Yes. Yes. Sincerely. Yes. Yes, six hours. That's right. For six hours on end was never a soul in sight. The likeness is an imperfect one. I propose to down... It's the rubbing. It's inevitable. It's the chafing. Would you say so? Trifle effeminate. Look at the slobber. It's inevitable. Look at the slobber. Perhaps he's a half-wit. A creedon. Isn't certain. He's panting. It's inevitable. Looks at his last gasp to me. It's not certain. Ask him a question. Would that be a good thing? Why don't we miss? Please, sir. Yes, my good man. The bones are... You have finished with the... You don't need the bones, sir? You couldn't have... Do I need the bone? There isn't any more. But... But in theory, the bones go to the carrier. He is therefore the one to ask. I don't want to be afraid. Ask him. He'll tell you. Mr. Excuse me, Mr. You're being spump into a pit. Reply. Try it again. Excuse me, Mr. You won't be wanting the bones. Mr. They're yours. I don't like it. I've never known him to refuse a bone before. My spissuses would be if he fell sick on me. It's us! According to anything in particular, to treat a man... No. You are severe. What age are you? It's not a rude question. Sixty? Seventy? What age would you say he was? That I must be getting on. Thank you for your society. Unless I smoke another pipe before I go. Oh, I'm only a small smoker. What are you saying? A very small smoker. I'm not in the habit of smoking two pipes one on top of the other. It makes my heart go pit-a-patch. It's the nicotine. One of storms in spite of one's precautions. You know how it is, but perhaps you don't smoke. Yes? No? It's of no importance. But how am I to sit down now without affectation, now that I have risen, without appearing to, as I say, without appearing to falter? I beg your pardon? Oh, but perhaps you didn't speak. It's of no importance. Let me see. Oh, that's better. So soon? One moment. But it's sweet, just the same. I'm going. You can no longer endure my presence. I am perhaps not particularly human, but who cares? Think twice before you do anything rash. I mean, suppose you go now while it is still day where there is no denying that it is still day. Well, suppose you go now. What happens in that case? Oh, I'm out. In that case, what happens in that case to your appointment with this go-day, and anyhow you see who I mean, who has your future in his hand or at least your immediate future? Who told you? He speaks to me again. If this goes on much longer, we should soon be old friends. Why doesn't he put down his bags? Why doesn't he put down his bags? You want to know why he doesn't put down his bags as you call them? That's it. Well, the answer is this. But stay still. I beg of you, you're making me nervous. Here, what is it? He's about to speak. Is everybody ready? Is everybody looking at me? I'm going. What was I saying? Why? Don't interrupt me. If you all speak at once, we'll never get anywhere. What was it exactly you wanted to know? Why he doesn't put down his bag? Didn't you say so before? Why just make himself comfortable? Well, let's try and get this clear. Has he got the right to? Certainly has. It follows that he doesn't want to. There's reasoning for you. And why doesn't he want to? Gentlemen, the answer is this. Make him go to this. He wants to impress me so that I'll keep him. What? Perhaps I haven't got it quite right. He wants to mollify me so that I'll get... You want to get rid of him? That's not exactly it either. He wants to cod me, but he won't. You want to get rid of him? He imagines that when I see how well he carries, I'll be tempted to keep him all on in that capacity. You've had enough of him? In reality, he carries like a pig. That's not his job. You want to get rid of him? He imagines that when I see him in the fatigable, I'll regret my decision. Such is his miserable scheme, as though I were short of slaves. Atlas, son of Jupiter. Well, that's that, I think. Anything else? You want to get rid of him? Remark that I might just as well have been in his shoes, and he, in mine, is fated not to wield otherwise to each one his due. You want... I beg your pardon. You want... But instead of cast him out as I might have done, I mean instead of simply kicking him out on his arse, in the goodness of my heart I'm bringing him to the fair, where I hope to get a good price for him. The truth is you can't drive such creatures away, the best thing would be to kill them. He's crying. Old dogs have more dignity. Comfort him since you pity him. Come, wipe away his tears. He'll feel less forsaken. Give it to me, I'll do it. But wait before he stops. It's necessary. He stopped crying. You have replaced him, as it were. Oh, good quality. For each one who begins to wield somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not speak ill of our generation, and it's not any unhappier than its predecessors. But let's not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It's true the population has increased. Try and walk. Guess who taught me all these beautiful things? My lucky will knight never come. But for him all my thoughts, all my feelings would have been of common things. Professional worries. Beauty, grace, truth of the first water, I knew they were all beyond me. So I took a canok. A canok? Yes, that was nearly 60 years ago. Yes, nearly 60. You wouldn't think it to look at me, would you? I mean, compared to him, I look like a young man, no? Did you see? And now you turn him away? Chuck him away like a, like a banana-sears. Nothing happens. What came over me? Forgive me. Forget all I said. I don't remember exactly what it was, but you can be certain there wasn't a word of truth in it. Do I look like a man that could be made to suffer? Franklin! From an evening we're having unforgettable, and it's not over. Apparently not. It's only beginning. It's awful. Worse than the pantomime. The circus. The musical. The circus. What can I have? He's gone. He might have waited. Well, of course, in that case, what is it? You'll see. You want me to get up? He's subside. Indeed, all subsides. A great calm descends. Listen. You don't feel that going until it does. Like you see. Oh! It's perfectly natural, perfectly natural. I myself, in your situation, if I had an appointment with this good day, the dough, good anyhow, you see who I mean. Oh, I'd wait until this black night before I get much light to sit down. But I don't quite know how to go about it. Could I have your help? If you asked me, perhaps. What? If you asked me to sit down. Would that be a help? My fancy soul. Here we go. He's seated, sir. Beg of you. Ask me again. Come, come, sir. Take a seat. I beseech you. You'll get pneumonia. Do you really think so? Well, it's absolutely certain. Don't doubt your right. Done it again. Thank you, dear fellow. But I must be getting all on to observe my schedule. Time has stopped. Leave it, sir. Don't you believe it. Whatever you like. Not that. Everything seems black to him today. Except the firmament. Oh, but I see what it is. You're not from these parts. You don't know what our twilight can do. Shall I tell you? I can't refuse you, but I'll attend to the night. But the little more tense will never get anywhere. It's so extraordinary. Quas. It is pale and luminous. Like any sky at this hour of the day in these latitudes when the weather is fine, poured forth even since 10 o'clock in the morning, poured forth red and white light in intensity, it begins to lose its effulgence to grow pale. Pale. Ever a little paler, a little paler until finished. It comes to rest. But must behind this veil of gentleness and peace night is charging and will burst upon a spot like that. Just what you least expected. That's how it is on this bitch of a nurse. So long as one knows one can buy one's time, one knows what to expect. No further need to worry. Simply wait. Use to it. How did you find me? Good. Fair. Middling. Poor. Positively bad. Very good. Very, very good. And you, sir. Oh. Tray-bong. Tray-tray-tray-bong. Bless you, gentlemen. Bless you. I have such need of encouragement. I weakened a little towards the end. I thought it was intentional. My memory is defective. Nothing comes. Nothing goes. Nothing happens. You find it tedious? Somewhat. And you, sir? I've been better entertained. Gentlemen. You have been civil to me. Not at all. Yes, yes. You have been correct. So that I ask myself, is there anything I can do in my turn for these honest fellows who are having such a dull, dull time? Even ten friends would help. We are not beggars. That's what I can do. That's what I ask myself to cheer them up. I've given them bones. I've talked to them about this and that. I've explained the twilight to them admittedly, but is it enough? That's what tortures me. Is it enough? Even five. That's enough. I couldn't accept less. Is it enough? No doubt. But it's my nature. This evening, so much the worse for me. Shall we have him dance or sing or recite or think? Who? Who? You do know how to think, do you? He thinks? Certainly. Allowed. He even used to think very prettily. Once. Yes, I could listen to him for hours. Now, so much the worse for me. Well, would you like him to think something for us? I'd rather he dance. It'd be more fun. Not necessarily. Wouldn't it be more fun? Oh, I'd rather like to hear him think. Perhaps he can dance first and then think afterwards if it isn't too much to ask him. Would that be possible? Oh, by all means, nothing simpler. It's the natural order. Then let him dance. Do you hear, Hulk? He never refuses. He refused once. Dance, pig. Dance the fair and all. The flit. He can't afford for joy. That's the best he can do. You know what he calls it? The scapegoat's agony. Part stool. He thinks he's entangled in the neck. There's something about it? What about the time he refused? Wait. What? Spray. Rise up. Is the sound as a bell? No matter. What was I saying? Isn't that... Wait! Why isn't he put down his bath? Rubbish! Are you sure? Dad, I haven't you already told us. I've already told him. He's already told us? Anyway, he has put them down. So he has. And what of it? If he has put his bags down, it is impossible we should have to ask why he does not do so. Stop the reason. And why has he put them down? Answer us that. In order to dance. True. True. In the meantime, nothing happens. Tell him to think. Stand back. Does he need anything? Well, to give him his hat. His hat? Give him his hat. You can't say it without his hat. Give him his hat. Me after what he did to me never. I'll give it to him. Tell him to go and fetch it. It's better to give it to him. I'll give it to him. He must put it all in his head. Tell him to take it. It's better to put it... It works of puncture and wanton. Of a personal god with white beard. Outside time without extension. Who, from the heights of divine pate, divine Athambia, divine Ephesia, loves us dearly with some exceptions. For reasons unknown, but time will tell. And suffers like the divine Miranda, with those who, for reasons unknown, but time will tell, are plunged in torment, plunged in fire, whose fire flames. And if that continues, and who can doubt that it will fire the firmament, that is to say, blast hell to heaven so blue, still calm, so calm, a calm which, even though intermittent, is better than nothing. But not so fast, considering what is more, as a result of the labor's left unfinished, crowned by the catamy-eventa papometry of Essie and Posey of Teshu and Qatara, it is established beyond all doubt, all other doubt than that which clings to the labor of man. As a result of those labor's left unfinished, it establishes here within all that gathers. And then, concurrently simultaneously what is more, for reasons unknown, in spite of the physical culture, then the practice of sports such as tennis, football, running, cycling, swimming, flying, floating, riding, riding, naked, moji skating, tennis of all kinds, dying, flying, sports of all sorts, autumn, summer, winter, winter, tennis of all kinds, hockey of all sorts, penicillin and soxidania in a word. I resume, dying, flying, golf, over nine and 18 holes, tennis of all sorts, in a word for reasons unknown, infect him, peck him, fool him, clap him, namely concurrently simultaneously what is more, for reasons unknown, no matter what the time is, and I resume, fool him, clap him, in a word, the dead lust for head since the death of Bishop Berkeley, beat to the tune of one inch, four ounce per head, approximately by and large, more or less to the nearest decimal, good measure, round figures start naked in its stocking feet, and can't marry in a word for reasons unknown, no matter what the facts are there, and considering what is more, much more grave than in the light of the labor's loss of Steinway Computer, it appears what is more, much more grave than in the light, the light of labor's loss of Steinway Computer, in the plains, in the mountains, on the rivers, on the sea, running water, running fire, the air is the same, and then the earth, namely the air, the earth in the great cold, the great dark, the air in the earth, the boat of stone, alas, alas, in the year of the Lord, six hundred something, the air, the earth, the sea, the earth, the boat of stone, in the deep, the great cold on the sea, on the land, and in the air, I resume, for reasons unknown, in spite of the time of the year, but time will tell, I resume, alas, the skull, the skull, fading, fading, fading, wish you well, what have I done with my walk? I sit in your fog, oh, I hear nothing, eh, don't you at least hear the tick, tick, I hear something, where? meet the heart, damnation, perhaps it is stopped, you smell so bad, yes, sticking breath and I am sticking feet, I must go, I must have left it at the manner, I do, I do, I do, and thank you, thank you, not at all, yes, not at all, I don't seem to be able to depart, such as life, in case, yes, but not so rapidly, what do we do now, let's go, we can't, why not, we're waiting for Godot, and if he doesn't come, how they've changed, who, those two, changed, we can't, likely, it's certain, didn't you see them, I suppose I did, but I don't know them, yes you do know them, no I don't know them, we know, forget everything, unless they're not the same, why didn't they recognize us then, that means nothing, I too pretended not to recognize them, and then nobody ever recognizes us, forget it, what we need, ah, unless they're not the same, they're not the same, off we go again, approach my child, yes, what do you want, Mr. Widow, obviously, approach, approach, you have a message for Mr. Widow, yes sir, well what is it, well sir, and whose is it, mine, I was afraid sir, afraid of Wothers, how long have you been here, a good while sir, were you the Roars, yes sir, the two big men, do you know them, if to these, do you belong to, these part with you, really, since when, I'd forgotten, extraordinary, the tricks that memory plays, well, I've seen you before, haven't I, this is your first time, yes sir, it wasn't you, came yesterday, no sir, words, Mr. Widow, tell me to tell you, you won't come this evening, but surely tomorrow, is that all, you work for Mr. Widow, yes sir, what do you do, is he, he doesn't feed you, no sir, not me, whom does he beat, meets my brother sir, ah, you have a brother, yes sir, and what does he do, he might be the sheep sir, and why doesn't he beat you, I don't know sir, he must be, fond of you, does, does he give you enough to eat, does he feed you well, you're not, unhappy, do you hear me, no, I don't know sir, you don't know, if you're unhappy or not, you're as bad as myself, where do you sleep, in the loft sir, with your brother, yes sir, in the hay, yes sir, all right, you may go, tell him, that you, saw us, you did see us, did you, yes sir, at last, what are you doing, pale for weariness, eh, of climbing heaven, and looking upon the likes of us, your boots, what are you doing with your boots, I'm leaving them there, another will come, just as, as me, but with smaller feet, and they'll make him happy, but, you can't go barefoot, Christ did, Christ, what has Christ, got to do with it, you're not going to compare yourself to Christ, all my life I've compared myself to him, but where he lived, it was warm, it was dry, yes, and they crucified quick, we've, nothing more to do here, nor anywhere else, oh, don't go on like that, go go, tomorrow, everything will be better, how do you make that out, did you not hear what the child said, no, he said, Godot, was sure to come tomorrow, what do you think of that, then all we have to do is wait on here, are you mad, we must take cover, come on, we haven't got a bit of rope, yes, come on, it's cold, remind me to bring a bit of rope tomorrow, yes, come on, how long have we been together all the time now, 50 years maybe, you remember the time I threw myself into the room, we were great harvesting, you fished me out, that's all dead and buried, my clothes dried in the sun, there's no good parking back on that, come on, wait, I'm cold, I sometimes wonder if we wouldn't be better off alone, each one to himself, we weren't made for the same road, it's not certain, no, nothing's certain, good still parked, if you think it would be better, it's not worthwhile now, no, it's not worthwhile now, shall we go, yes, let's go, did they beat you, go, go, where did you spend the night, don't touch me, don't question me, are you singing, that's right, I remember, finished me, I thought to myself, he's all alone, he thinks I'm gone forever, and he sings, one is not master of one's moods, I'm in great form, I didn't get up in the night, not once, you see, you piss better when I'm not there, I miss you, and at the same time, I felt happy, isn't that a queer thing, happy, well perhaps it's not quite the right word, and now, now, sorry again, there I, don't too, I don't know, but I do, it's because you don't know how to defend yourself, I wouldn't have let them beat you, you couldn't have stopped them, why not, there was time of that, no, I mean before they beat you, I would have stopped you from doing whatever it was you were doing, I wasn't doing anything, no, go, go, the truth is, things escape you, that don't escape me, you must feel it yourself, I tell you, I wasn't doing anything, well perhaps you weren't, but it's the way of doing it that counts, the way of doing it, if you want to go on living, I wasn't doing anything, just be happy too, deep down, do it, to be back with me again, would you say so, say you are, even if it's not true, what am I to say, say, I'm happy, so, we do now, now that we are happy, wait for a good deal, ah, things have changed here since yesterday, and if he doesn't come, we'll see when the time comes, we're saying, things have changed here since yesterday, everything oozes, look at the tree, it's never the same past from one second to the next, the tree, look at the tree, was it not there yesterday, of course it was there yesterday, do you not remember, we nearly had ourselves, but you wouldn't, do you not remember, that's the way I am, either I forget immediately or I always remember, have you forgotten them too, Pazzo I'm lucky, he's forgotten everything, I remember a lunatic who kicked the shins off me, and then he played the fool, that was lucky, I remember that, but when was it, and his keeper, do you not remember him, he gave me a bone, that was Pazzo, and all that was yesterday you say, yes of course, it was yesterday, and you're where we are now, where else do you think, do you not recognize the place, recognize, the lousy life I crawled about in the mud, and you tell me about scenery, look at this monkey, by yourself, you and your landscapes, tell me about the words, the same, you can't tell me that this bears any resemblance to, to the Macomb country for example, you can't deny, there's a big difference, the Macomb country, who's talking to you about the Macomb country, but you were there yourself, in the Macomb country, no, I never was in the Macomb country, I puked out, in the TACO country, for a man called, I can't remember the name of the man, in a place called, I can't remember the name of the place, do you, it's possible, but I didn't notice anything, but down there, everything is red, I didn't notice anything I tell you, always say that, the best thing to do would be to kill me, like the other, the fathers, to have eyes, in the, and it's forgotten, in the meantime, let us converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping silent, you're right, we're inexhaustible, it's so we won't think, we have that excuse, it's so we won't hear, we have our reasons, all the dead voices, they make a noise, like wings, leaves, like leaves, they all speak at once, each one to itself, rather, they whisper, wrestle, they murmur, they wrestle, what do they say, they talk about their lives, to have lived is not enough for them, they have to talk about it, to be dead is not enough for them, it is not sufficient, they make a noise, like feathers, like leaves, like ashes, like leaves, say something, say anything at all, what do we do now, wait for the dope, this is awful, say something, wait, no, no, we could start all over again perhaps, that should be easy, it's the start that's difficult, but you can start from anything, yes, but you have to decide, true, me, I'm trying, when you seek, you hear, you do, that prevents you from finding, it does, that prevents you from thinking, you think all the same, no, no, impossible, that's the idea, let's contradict each other, impossible, you think so, we are in no danger of ever thinking anymore, and what are we complaining about, thinking is not the worst, perhaps not, but at least there's that, that much, that's the idea, let's ask each other questions, what do you mean at least there's that, that much less misery, true, well, if we gave thanks for our mercies, what is terrible is to have thought, but did that ever happen to us, where are all these corpses from, these skeletons, tell me that, true, we must have thought a little, at the very beginning, a charnel house, you don't have to look, hand help looking, true, try as one may, try as one may, we should turn resolutely towards nature, we tried that, true, oh, it's not the worst, I know, what, to have thought, obviously, but we could have done without it, kebulegu, I beg your pardon, kebulegu, kebulegu, exactly, that's a bad little canter, yes, we have to find something else, let me see, let me see, well, what was I saying, we can go on from there, what were you saying when, at the very beginning, the very beginning of what, of this evening, I was saying, I was saying, I'm not a historian, wait, we embraced, we were happy, what do we do now that we're happy, wait, go on waiting, no, it's coming to me, wait, go on waiting, now that we're happy, the tree, do you not remember? I'm tired, look at it, I see nothing, but yesterday, it was all black and bare, and napped, with leaves, leaves in a single night, it must be the spring, but in a single night, here yesterday I tell you, another of your nightmares, and where were we yesterday evening, according to you, how would I know, another compartment, there's no lack of void, we weren't here yesterday evening, napped, what did we do yesterday evening, to try and remember, to, I suppose, we blathered, this and that, nothing in particular, yes, now I remember, yesterday evening we blathered about nothing in particular, that's been going on for half a century, you don't remember any fact, any circumstance, the sun, the moon, do you not remember, it was lucky David to you, and all this happened yesterday, show your leg, which, both your trousers, your trousers, your boots, I must have thrown them away, I don't know, because they were hurting me, and there they are, in the very spot where you left them yesterday, mine were black, these are brown, well, they were a kind of green, show, you see all that, I see what's happened, someone came along, took yours, why? his were too tight for us, so he took yours, the mine were too tight, for you, not for him, I'm tired, let's go, we can't, we're waiting for Godot, there's nothing we can do, like a rash, is that all there is, I might have some turnips, are there no carrots, no, anyway, you overdo it with your carrots, it's black, it's a rash, I only like the pink ones, you know that, then you know what, I only like the pink ones, I'm gonna get a carrot, this is becoming really insignificant, not enough, what about trying them, I've tried every field, the boots I need, would that be a good thing, it passed the time, I assure you, relaxation, a recreation, a relaxation, a try, I will of course, we don't manage too badly ADD, between the two of us, we'll try the left first, we always find some way, between the two of us, to find the impression that we exist, yes, we're magicians, but let us persevere in what we have resolved before we forget, give me your phone, well, no laces, you'll be sorry, let's try the other, they don't hurt you, then you can keep them, they're too big, perhaps you'll have socks someday, then you'll keep them, that's enough about these boots, that's enough, I suppose I might as well, go and sit down, that's why you were sitting, yesterday evening, only I could sleep, yesterday you slept, I'll try, wait, please yourself, like yesterday, and then we can go, the right place, now our troubles are over, it must have been, a very, fine, happy one looking it, it is, but not more so than usual, neither more, then I'll keep it, mine irked me, how shall I say, it itched me, we could play a pozzo and lucky, never hurting it, I'll do lucky, you do pozzo, go on, what am I to do, curse me, naughty, body, stronger, think pig, think pant, that's enough of that, tell me the devil I see, your only hope is to disappear, this tree, will not have been of the least used to us, bust my head, forgive me, it won't happen again, there's nothing we can do, finish your phrase I tell you, we could do our exercises, our realizations, you're right, we're not in for it, what about a little deep breathing, I'm tired, you're right, let's just do the tree for balance, the tree, you must close your eyes, the enforcements at last, is it Godot, waiting for Godot, waiting for, waiting, all the evening we have suffered and assisted, now it's over, it's already tomorrow, once more the sun will set, the moon rise, and we, away from here, it's not Godot, it's not Godot, do you not remember, we should help him first, to do what, to get help, he can't get help, he wants to get help, we have him at our mercy, we should subordinate our good offices to certain conditions, that seems intelligible, right, but there's one thing I'm afraid of, all of a sudden, then we'd be boxed, lucky, the one that went for you yesterday, I can tell you there was ten of them, no before that, the one that kicked you, is he there, large as life, for the moment, he's inert, but he could run a muck, at any minute, give him a good beating, two of us, give me, if we fell out of him asleep, that seems like a good idea, all right, but can we do it? Is he really sleeping? No, best would be to take advantage of Pozzo's calling for help, to help him, help him, discourse, let us do something, while we have the chance, and it's not every day that we are needed, not indeed, that we personally are needed, others wouldn't make the case, but if not better, to all mankind, they would address those cries for help, still ringing in our ears, but in this place, at this time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not, let us make the most of it, before it's too late, and represent worthily, for once, the foul broon, to which a cruel faith has consigned us, what are you saying? It's true, that when, with folded arms, we'd weigh the pros and cons, we are no less of credit to our species, the tiger, bounce to the help of his conjurers, without the least reflection, or else he slinks away into the depths of the thicket, but that is not the question, what are we doing here? That is the question, and in this we are blessed, because we happen to know the answer, yes, in this immense confusion, once, and that's the end of it, we are not saints, but we have kept our appointment, how many people can boast as much? Billions, you think so? I don't know, you may be right, all is the hours are long under these conditions, and constrain us to be guile then with how shall I say, proceedings which may at first seem reasonable, until they become a habit, you may say it is to prevent a reason from habit, from foundering, no doubt, but has it not been long straying in the night of the endless of bestial depths, what I sometimes wonder? What am I reasoning? We are all born mad, some remain some. How far is that? Do you think it's enough? No, so far as to say that I was weak in the head when I came into this world, but that is not the question. We wait, we are bored, no, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it, good, and what do we do? We let it go to waste, let us go to work in an instant, all will vanish, and we'll be alone again in the midst of nothingness, to wander through the pure and the fullness of time. What's the matter? Time being. Come on, Dee Dee Dee, don't be stubborn, you'll catch a chill. Don't worry about me, it must have been. Don't let him kick him in the crotch. Brady's dying. And it'd be amusing. What'd be amusing? To try him with other names one after the other. It passed the time and we're bound to hit on the right one sooner or later. I tell you, his name is Ponzo. We'll soon see. I was just going to suggest it, but to what? As opposed to we got up to begin with. No harm and try? Simple question, your willpower. And now, cut. We're waiting for Godot. Why don't we help him? What's keeping us? He wants us to help him. He wants us. I used to have wonderful sight. It's friends of his. Well? Well, we proved we are by helping him. Exactly. Would we have helped him if he wasn't our friend? Possibly. True. Let's not quibble about that now. You are not highlighted. Dammit, can't you see the man is blind? Dammit, so he is. So he says. Don't believe me. What's the question of it? For the moment. What time is it? Seven o'clock? Here it is. Is it evening? Perhaps it's the dawn. It is evening, sir. It is evening. Night is drawing nigh. My friend here would have me doubt it. I must confess he shook me for a moment. But it is not for nothing that I have lived through this long evening. And I assure you, it is very near the end of its repertory. But how are you feeling now? How long are we to cart him around? We are not carrying the tits. You say your sight used to be good if I heard you right. Wonderful. Wonderful sight. Quite wonderful. Him alone. Can't you see he's thinking of the days when he was happy? Memoria Preptitorium Bonorum. That must be unpleasant. We wouldn't know. And it came on you all of a sudden. Quite wonderful. I'm asking if it came on you all of a sudden. Ah, woke up one fine day as blind as fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not still asleep. When was that? I don't know. But no later than yesterday? You don't question me. The blind have no notion of time. The things of time I hidden from them too. Well, fancy that. I would have thought it's just the opposite way around. I'm going. Where are we? I couldn't tell you. What is it like? It's indescribable. There's nothing. It's like a dream. It's like a dream. There's nothing. It's like nothing. There's a tree. It's not the place called the board. Then some diversion. Where is my menial? He's about somewhere. Why isn't the answer? What do I call? He appears to be sleeping. Perhaps he's dead. What happened exactly? The two of you slipped at and fell. Go and see if he hurt. You go. After what he did to me, never. Yes, let your friend go. He stinks so. What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for? A way for Godot. What exactly should he do? To begin with, he should pull on the rope. As hard as he can without strangling him. He usually responds to that. Then he should give him a taste of his boat in the face and privates when as far as possible. See, you've nothing to be afraid of him. And if he defends himself? Oh no, he never defends himself. How come flying to the rescue? Don't take your eyes off me. Make sure he's alive first. No point in exerting yourself if he's dead. He's breathing. Let him have it. I don't understand. And you? Yesterday. We met yesterday. Do you not remember? I don't remember having met anyone yesterday. But tomorrow I don't remember having met anyone today. So don't count on me to enlighten you. But he... Enough! He sounded me. You spoke to us. You had your sight. Please let me go. Then it's night once more. He was blind. It seemed to me he saw us. He dreamt it. Let's go. We can't. I suppose I may as well get up. Others suffered. I sleeping now. What shall I say of today? That with Estragon, in this place we waited until the fall of night for Godot that Pazzo passed. And he spoke to us. Probably. But in all that, what truth will there be? He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received. And I'll give him a stride a grave and a difficult birth down in the hole lingeringly the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit a great deadener. At me too, someone is looking of me too someone is saying he is sleeping he knows nothing let him sleep on what have I said? Mr. Mr. Albert? Off we go again. No, sir. It wasn't you came yesterday? No, sir. This is your first time? Yes, sir. You've a message from Mr. Godot? Yes, sir. He won't come today? No, sir. He'll come tomorrow? Yes, sir. Without fail? Yes, sir. Did you meet anyone? No, sir. Two other men? I didn't meet anyone, sir. What does he do? Mr. Godot? Do you hear me? Yes, sir. Nothing, sir. How is your brother? He's sick, sir. Perhaps it was he came yesterday? I don't know, sir. Mr. Godot? Yes, sir. Fair or black? He's white, sir. Christ have mercy on us. Tell Mr. Godot, sir. You saw me! You saw me! What's wrong with you? Nothing. I'm going. So am I. Was I long asleep? I don't know. Where shall we go? Not far. We can't. We have to come back tomorrow. Don't wait for Godot. He didn't come? No. And now it's too late? Yes. Now it's night. And if we dropped him? We dropped him! He punished us! Everything's dead. But the tree... What is it? It's the tree. Yes, but what kind? A willow. Why don't we hang ourselves? With what? You haven't got a bit of rope? No. No, we can't. Let's go. Wait! There's my belt. It's too short. You can hang on to my legs. And who'd have a fine? All the same. So it might do at a pinch. But is it strong enough? We'll soon see. Here. You say we have to come back tomorrow? Yes. Then we can bring a good bit of rope? Yes. Did it? Yes. I can't go on like this. That's what you think. If we part it, that might be better for us. Hang ourselves tomorrow. Unless Godot comes. And if he comes? No. Shall we go? Pull on your trousers. What? Pull on your trousers. You want me to pull off my trousers? Pull on your trousers! True. Well, shall we go?