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POZZO:

He's stopped crying. (To Estragon.) You have replaced him as it were. (Lyrically.) The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. (He laughs.) Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. (Pause.) Let us not speak well of it either. (Pause.) Let us not speak of it at all. (Pause. Judiciously.) It is true the population has increased. 

 

VLADIMIR:

Try and walk.

Estragon takes a few limping steps, stops before Lucky and spits on him, then goes and sits down on the mound.

 

POZZO:

Guess who taught me all these beautiful things. (Pause. Pointing to Lucky.) My Lucky!

 

VLADIMIR:

(looking at the sky.) Will night never come? 

 

POZZO:

But for him all my thoughts, all my feelings, would have been of common things. (Pause. With extraordinary vehemence.) Professional worries! (Calmer.) Beauty, grace, truth of the first water, I knew they were all beyond me. So I took a knook.

VLADIMIR:
(startled from his inspection of the sky). A knook?

 

POZZO:

That was nearly sixty years ago . . . (he consults his watch) . . . yes, nearly sixty. (Drawing himself up proudly.) You wouldn't think it to look at me, would you? Compared to him I look like a young man, no?

(Pause.) Hat! (Lucky puts down the basket and takes off his hat. His long white hair falls about his face. He puts his hat under his arm and picks up the basket.) Now look. (Pozzo takes off his hat. [All four wear bowlers.] He is completely bald. He puts on his hat again.) Did
you see?) 

 

 

VLADIMIR:

And now you turn him away? Such an old and faithful servant!

 

ESTRAGON:

Swine!

Pozzo more and more agitated.

 

VLADIMIR:

After having sucked all the good out of him you chuck him away like a . . . like a banana skin. Really . . .

 

POZZO:

(groaning, clutching his head). I can't bear it . . . any longer . . . the way he goes on . . . you've no idea . . . it's terrible . . . he must go . . . (he waves his arms) . . . I'm going mad . . . (he collapses, his head in his hands) . . . I can't bear it . . . any longer . . .
Silence. All look at Pozzo. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Works Cited:

Atwood, Margaret. Oryx and Crake: a novel. New York: Nan A. Talese, 2003. Print.

Beckett, Samuel. Waiting for Godot: Tragicomedy in 2 Acts,. New York: Grove Press, 1954. Print.

Bradbury, Ray. Fahrenheit 451. [Book Club ed. New York: Simon and Schuster, 1967. Print.

"Young Forever" YouTube. YouTube, n.d. Web. 6 June 2014. <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gnf2J-V_OWA>.

"What is Love" YouTube. YouTube, n.d. Web. 6 June 2014. <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gnf2J-V_OWA>.