Waiting for Godot: A Tragicomedy in Two Acts

by Samuel Beckett

It’s not nice of you, Didi. Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can’t tell them to you?

ESTRAGON: Nothing to be done.

VLADIMIR: It’s inevitable.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. [He laughs.] Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. [Pause.] Let us not speak well of it either. [Pause.] Let us not speak of it at all. [Pause. Judiciously.] It is true the population has increased.

calmer.] POZZO: He subsides. [Looking around.] Indeed all subsides. A great calm descends. [Raising his hand.]

POZZO: I don’t seem to be able … [Long hesitation] … to depart. ESTRAGON: Such is life.

VLADIMIR: That passed the time. ESTRAGON: It would have passed in any case. VLADIMIR: Yes, but not so rapidly.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.

VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go? ESTRAGON: Yes, let’s go. [They do not move.]