samuel beckett

Waiting for Godot : Samuel Beckett

Lucky’s hat at same place.The tree has four or five leaves.Enter Vladimir agitatedly. He halts and looks long at the tree, then suddenly begins to move feverishly about the stage. He halts before the boots, picks one up, examines it, sniffs it, manifests disgust, puts it back carefully. Comes and goes. Halts extreme right and … Continue reading →