![]() ![]() The endless wait for a rendezvous … for what, exactly? ![]() Time’s recurrence is marked by the moon and the sun. The present sits on the cusp of a hopeful future. Vladimir remembers, and Estragon forgets. Estragon’s shoes stink, while Vladimir adheres to a diet of garlic to ease the symptoms of his condition. These two are ill-starred but well-suited: Estragon’s feet are in constant pain, and Vladimir’s unspecified affliction induces frequent and painful urination. As they await their enigmatic patron, Godot, Estragon laments being beaten by nameless figures during the night, and Vladimir seeks to pass the time by stirring his companion into repartee. Each act begins with the pair reunited after spending the night apart. Two tramps, Vladimir and Estragon, wait on the side of a country road. Vivian Mercier, the critic for the Irish Times, dubbed it “a play in which nothing happens, twice.” Samuel Beckett originally subtitled his 1953 play Waiting for Godot “a tragicomedy in two acts”. ![]()
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