Status Updates From Fin de partie

HAMM: I once knew a madman who thought the end of the world had come. He was a painter - I had a great fondness for him. I used to go and see him, in the asylum. I’d take him by the hand and drag him to the window. Look! There! All that rising corn! And there! Look! The sails of the herring fleet! All that loveliness! (Pause.) He’d snatch away his hand and go back into his corner. Appalled. All he had seen was ashes.

NELL (without lowering her voice): Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. But -

NAGG (shocked): Oh!

Leyendo a Beckett porque el día está otoñal y me levanté existencialista después de la siesta.

So strange