about the worms!
VLADIMIR: All the same, you can’t tell me that this [ Gesture ] bears any resemblance to … [ He hesitates ]… to the Macon country, for example. You can’t deny there’s a big difference.
ESTRAGON: The Macon country! Who’s talking to you about the Macon country?
VLADIMIR: But you were there yourself, in the Macon country.
ESTRAGON: No, I was never in the Macon country. I’ve puked my puke of a life away here, I tell
you! Here! In the Cackon country!
VLADIMIR: But we were there together, I could swear to it! Picking grapes for a man called
… [ He snaps his fingers ] … can’t think of the name of the man, at a place called … [ Snaps his fingers ]…can’t think of the name of the place, do you not remember?
ESTRAGON: [ A little calmer. ]It’s possible. I didn’t notice anything.
VLADIMIR: But down there everything is red!
ESTRAGON: [ Exasperated. ]I didn’t notice anything, I tell you!
[ Silence. VLADIMIR sighs deeply. ]
VLADIMIR: You’re a hard man to get on with, Gogo.
ESTRAGON: It’d be better if we parted.
VLADIMIR: You always say that, and you always come crawling back.
ESTRAGON: The best thing would be to kill me, like the other.
VLADIMIR: What other? [ Pause. ]What other?
ESTRAGON: Like billions of others.
VLADIMIR: [ Sententious .] To every man his little cross. [ He sighs. ]Till he dies. [ Afterthought. ]And is forgotten.
ESTRAGON: In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping
silent.
VLADIMIR: You’re right, we’re inexhaustible.
ESTRAGON: It’s so we won’t think.
VLADIMIR: We have that excuse.
ESTRAGON: It’s so we won’t hear.
VLADIMIR: We have our reasons.
ESTRAGON: All the dead voices.
VLADIMIR: They make a noise like wings.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
VLADIMIR: Like sand.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: They all speak together.
ESTRAGON: Each one to itself.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: Rather they whisper.
ESTRAGON: They rustle.
VLADIMIR: They murmur.
ESTRAGON: They rustle.
[
Silence.
]
VLADIMIR: What do they say?
ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives.
VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them.
ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it.
VLADIMIR: To be dead is not enough for them.
ESTRAGON: It is not sufficient.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: They make a noise like feathers.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
VLADIMIR: Like ashes.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
[ Long silence. ]
VLADIMIR: Say something!
ESTRAGON: I’m trying.
[ Long silence. ]
VLADIMIR: [ In anguish. ]Say anything at all!
ESTRAGON: What do we do now?
VLADIMIR: Wait for Godot.
ESTRAGON: Ah!
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: This is awful!
ESTRAGON: Sing something.
VLADIMIR: No, no! [ He reflects. ]We could start all over again perhaps.
ESTRAGON: That should be easy.
VLADIMIR: It’s the start that’s difficult.
ESTRAGON: You can start from anything.
VLADIMIR: Yes, but you have to decide.
ESTRAGON: True.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: Help me!
ESTRAGON: I’m trying.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: When you seek you hear.
ESTRAGON: You do.
VLADIMIR: That prevents you from finding.
ESTRAGON: It does.
VLADIMIR: That prevents you from thinking.
ESTRAGON: You think all the same.
VLADIMIR: No, no, impossible.
ESTRAGON: That’s the idea, let’s contradict each other.
VLADIMIR: Impossible.
ESTRAGON: You think so?
VLADIMIR: We’re in no danger of ever thinking any more.
ESTRAGON: Then what are we complaining about?
VLADIMIR: Thinking is not the worst.
ESTRAGON: Perhaps not. But at least there’s that.
VLADIMIR: That what?
ESTRAGON: That’s the idea, let’s ask each other questions.
VLADIMIR: What do you mean, at least there’s that?
ESTRAGON: That much less misery.
VLADIMIR: True.
ESTRAGON: Well? If we gave thanks for our mercies?
VLADIMIR: What is terrible is to have thought.
ESTRAGON: But did that ever happen to us?
VLADIMIR: Where are all these corpses from?
ESTRAGON: These skeletons.
VLADIMIR: Tell me
VLADIMIR: All the same, you can’t tell me that this [ Gesture ] bears any resemblance to … [ He hesitates ]… to the Macon country, for example. You can’t deny there’s a big difference.
ESTRAGON: The Macon country! Who’s talking to you about the Macon country?
VLADIMIR: But you were there yourself, in the Macon country.
ESTRAGON: No, I was never in the Macon country. I’ve puked my puke of a life away here, I tell
you! Here! In the Cackon country!
VLADIMIR: But we were there together, I could swear to it! Picking grapes for a man called
… [ He snaps his fingers ] … can’t think of the name of the man, at a place called … [ Snaps his fingers ]…can’t think of the name of the place, do you not remember?
ESTRAGON: [ A little calmer. ]It’s possible. I didn’t notice anything.
VLADIMIR: But down there everything is red!
ESTRAGON: [ Exasperated. ]I didn’t notice anything, I tell you!
[ Silence. VLADIMIR sighs deeply. ]
VLADIMIR: You’re a hard man to get on with, Gogo.
ESTRAGON: It’d be better if we parted.
VLADIMIR: You always say that, and you always come crawling back.
ESTRAGON: The best thing would be to kill me, like the other.
VLADIMIR: What other? [ Pause. ]What other?
ESTRAGON: Like billions of others.
VLADIMIR: [ Sententious .] To every man his little cross. [ He sighs. ]Till he dies. [ Afterthought. ]And is forgotten.
ESTRAGON: In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping
silent.
VLADIMIR: You’re right, we’re inexhaustible.
ESTRAGON: It’s so we won’t think.
VLADIMIR: We have that excuse.
ESTRAGON: It’s so we won’t hear.
VLADIMIR: We have our reasons.
ESTRAGON: All the dead voices.
VLADIMIR: They make a noise like wings.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
VLADIMIR: Like sand.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: They all speak together.
ESTRAGON: Each one to itself.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: Rather they whisper.
ESTRAGON: They rustle.
VLADIMIR: They murmur.
ESTRAGON: They rustle.
[
Silence.
]
VLADIMIR: What do they say?
ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives.
VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them.
ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it.
VLADIMIR: To be dead is not enough for them.
ESTRAGON: It is not sufficient.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: They make a noise like feathers.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
VLADIMIR: Like ashes.
ESTRAGON: Like leaves.
[ Long silence. ]
VLADIMIR: Say something!
ESTRAGON: I’m trying.
[ Long silence. ]
VLADIMIR: [ In anguish. ]Say anything at all!
ESTRAGON: What do we do now?
VLADIMIR: Wait for Godot.
ESTRAGON: Ah!
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: This is awful!
ESTRAGON: Sing something.
VLADIMIR: No, no! [ He reflects. ]We could start all over again perhaps.
ESTRAGON: That should be easy.
VLADIMIR: It’s the start that’s difficult.
ESTRAGON: You can start from anything.
VLADIMIR: Yes, but you have to decide.
ESTRAGON: True.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: Help me!
ESTRAGON: I’m trying.
[ Silence. ]
VLADIMIR: When you seek you hear.
ESTRAGON: You do.
VLADIMIR: That prevents you from finding.
ESTRAGON: It does.
VLADIMIR: That prevents you from thinking.
ESTRAGON: You think all the same.
VLADIMIR: No, no, impossible.
ESTRAGON: That’s the idea, let’s contradict each other.
VLADIMIR: Impossible.
ESTRAGON: You think so?
VLADIMIR: We’re in no danger of ever thinking any more.
ESTRAGON: Then what are we complaining about?
VLADIMIR: Thinking is not the worst.
ESTRAGON: Perhaps not. But at least there’s that.
VLADIMIR: That what?
ESTRAGON: That’s the idea, let’s ask each other questions.
VLADIMIR: What do you mean, at least there’s that?
ESTRAGON: That much less misery.
VLADIMIR: True.
ESTRAGON: Well? If we gave thanks for our mercies?
VLADIMIR: What is terrible is to have thought.
ESTRAGON: But did that ever happen to us?
VLADIMIR: Where are all these corpses from?
ESTRAGON: These skeletons.
VLADIMIR: Tell me
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