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Samuel Beckett
A tragicomedy in two acts depicting two men waiting by a tree for someone named Godot who never arrives, exploring themes of hope, despair, and the absurdity of human existence through sparse dialogue and repetitive action.
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What this book knows
Two men wait for someone who never comes, and this waiting is the whole of human existence — absurd, tender, and inescapable.
faith-and-doubt
And if he doesn't come? We'll come back tomorrow. And then the day after tomorrow. Possibly.
WFGD-RC-004We are all born mad. Some remain so. Has reason not long been straying in the night without end of the abyssal depths?
WFGD-RC-039mortality
Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old.
WFGD-RC-044We're waiting for Godot. What'll we do, what'll we do! There's nothing we can do. But I can't go on like this!
WFGD-RC-033belonging
There are times when I wonder if it wouldn't be better for us to part. You wouldn't go far.
WFGD-RC-005You again! Come here till I embrace you. Don't touch me! Vladimir holds back, pained.
WFGD-RC-028Illuminates
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