Hamm: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon?
Clov: (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated): What in God's name would there be on the horizon? (Pause.)
Hamm: The waves, how are the waves?
Clov: The waves? (He turns the telescope on the waves.) Lead.
Hamm: And the sun?
Clove: (Looking) Zero.
Hamm: But it should be sinking. Look again.
Clov: (Looking) Damn the sun.
Hamm: Is it night already then?
Clov: (Looking) No.
Hamm: Then what is it?
Clov: (Looking) Gray. (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, louder.) Gray! (Pause, still louder.) GRRAY!

Autore: Samuel Beckett

Hamm: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon?<br />Clov: (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated): What in God's name would there be on the horizon? (Pause.)<br />Hamm: The waves, how are the waves?<br />Clov: The waves? (He turns the telescope on the waves.) Lead.<br />Hamm: And the sun?<br />Clove: (Looking) Zero.<br />Hamm: But it should be sinking. Look again.<br />Clov: (Looking) Damn the sun.<br />Hamm: Is it night already then?<br />Clov: (Looking) No.<br />Hamm: Then what is it?<br />Clov: (Looking) Gray. (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, louder.) Gray! (Pause, still louder.) GRRAY! - Samuel Beckett

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