Waiting for Godot tragicomedy in 2 acts

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

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

Then why do you always come crawling back?

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

VLADIMIR:
Not worth a curse.

Not worth a curse

Two other . . . ( he hesitates) . . . men

At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on. ( Pause.) I can't go on! ( Pause.) What have I said

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more

Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable!