Waiting for Godot

by Samuel Beckett

POZZO: The Net. He thinks he’s entangled in a net.

all mankind is us, whether we like it or not.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us?

ESTRAGON: And if we dropped him? (Pause.) If we dropped him? VLADIMIR: He’d punish us. (Silence. He looks at the tree.)