Nothing to Say & Saying It: Waiting.

Thursday, May 03, 2012

Estragon: I can't go on like this.
Vladimir: That's what you think.

At 5/03/2012 1:02 PM, Fuzz Against Junk said...: I think you missed Godot. He should be back soon.
At 5/03/2012 1:49 PM, John Gallaher said...: Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? 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? 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 carrot.

Astride of 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 is 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.

I can't go on!

What have I said?