Samuel Beckett

feel worse when I’m with you. I feel better alone too.

We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?

ESTRAGON:

Use your intelligence, can't you?

Vladimir uses his intelligence.

VLADIMIR:

( finally) . I remain in the dark.

Estragon wakes with a start.

ESTRAGON:

( restored to the horror of his situation) . I was asleep! ( Despairingly. ) Why will you never let me sleep?

VLADIMIR:

I felt lonely.

) Use your head, can't you?

VLADIMIR:

You're my only hope.

ESTRAGON:

( with effort) . Gogo light—bough not break—Gogo dead. Didi heavy—bough break—Didi alone. Whereas—

VLADIMIR:

I hadn't thought of that.

POZZO:

I don't seem to be able . . . ( long hesitation) . . . to depart.

ESTRAGON:

Such is life.

We weren't made for the same road

We weren't made for the same road

ESTRAGON:

Pale for weariness.

VLADIMIR:

Eh?

ESTRAGON:

Of climbing heaven and gazing on the likes of us

VLADIMIR:

Christ! What has Christ got to do with it. You're not going to compare yourself to Christ!

ESTRAGON: