There Is Man In His Entirety, Blaming

Estragon: What About Hanging Ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd Give Us An Erection.

Art Has Always Been This--pure Interrogation, Rhetorical Question Less The Rhetoric--whatever Else It May Have Been Obliged By Social Reality To Appear.

How Do You Manage It, She Said, At Your Age? I Told Her I'd Been Saving Up For Her All My Life.

Vladimir: Did I Ever Leave You? Estragon: You Let Me Go.

People Are Bloody Ignorant Apes.