It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.
Samuel BeckettMots clés philosophy existentialism drama
Fail better worse now.
Samuel BeckettThis should all be rewritten in the pluperfect.
Samuel BeckettMots clés tense
Dying for dark - the darker the worse. Strange.
Samuel BeckettWill night never come?
Samuel BeckettTo every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
Samuel BeckettWhat is that unforgettable line?
Samuel BeckettMots clés theatre postmodernism éire 900
Vladimir: I don't understand.
Estragon: Use your intelligence, can't you?
Vladimir uses his intelligence.
Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.
Κάθε λέξη είναι ένας άχρηστος λεκές στη σιωπή και στο τίποτα.
Samuel BeckettNothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.
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