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"What's in this?" he asked.
"Nothing. Eggs. Salt. Pepper."
"Is it good?"
"It’s fine. It’s eggs."
He took a bite. "Not bad."
"I told you."
“So.”
"So?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know."
"Is it safe?"
"I don't know. Probably not."
"We have to do it."
"Yes. We do."
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Untitled - Part 1
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ESTRAGON:
I can't go on like this.
VLADIMIR:
That's what you think.
ESTRAGON:
If we parted? That might be better for us.
VLADIMIR:
We'll hang ourselves tomorrow. (Pause.) Unless Godot comes.
ESTRAGON:
And if he comes?
VLADIMIR:
We'll be saved.
Vladimir takes off his hat (Lucky's), peers inside it, feels about inside it, shakes it, knocks on the crown, puts it on again.
ESTRAGON:
Well? Shall we go?
VLADIMIR:
Pull on your trousers.
ESTRAGON:
What?
VLADIMIR:
Pull on your trousers.
ESTRAGON:
You want me to pull off my trousers?
VLADIMIR:
Pull ON your trousers.
ESTRAGON:
(realizing his trousers are down). True.
He pulls up his trousers.
VLADIMIR:
Well? Shall we go?
ESTRAGON:
Yes, let's go.
They do not move.
Snaguel Beckett
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