Off we go again
Stop! Think.
You have a message from Mr Godot?
Nothing to be done.
Yes sir
He won’t come this evening
I’m beginning to come round to that opinion
No sir

All my life I’ve tried to put it from me
Saying Vladimir, be reasonable
You haven’t yet tried everything
And I resume with the struggle

Go! Go! Come back!
But he’ll come tomorrow?
Yes sir
Go! Go! Come back!
Without fail?
Yes sir

Imbecile

What does he do? Mr Godot.
Back to back like in the good old days
Do you hear me?
Yes sir
Well?
He does nothing sir

Do you see anything coming?
No!
You must have had a vision
What?
You must have had a vision!
There’s no need to shout
Ceremonius ape
Punctillious pig!
Finish your phrase I tell ye
Finish your own

Moron, moron, vermin, abortion, morpion, sewer-rat, curate, cretin, critic

Now let’s make up
Gogo! Didi! Your hand! Take it!
Come to my arms
Your arms? My breast!
(Existence) off we go

As uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God
quaquaquaqua
with white beard
quaquaquaqua
outside time without extension …crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt … flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell…

quaquaquaqua

the facts are there…in spite of the tennis the labours abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard tennis… the stones… so calm… Cunard… unfinished…

quaquaquaqua
To every man his little cross
quaquaquaqua
Til he dies
quaquaquaqua
And is forgotten

Has he a beard? Mr Godot?
Yes sir
Fair, or black, or red?
I think it’s white sir
quaquaquaqua

Where shall we go?
Not far
Oh yes, let’s go far away from here
We can’t. Why not?
We have to come back tomorrow
What for?
To wait for Godot
Oh yes. He didn’t come?
No. Let’s go.

quaquaquaqua

I can’t go on like this
Well, shall we go?
Pull on your trousers
What?
Pull on your trousers
You want me to pull off me trousers?
Pull ON your trousers!
Oh! Yes.

quaquaquaqua

Help me. I’m sinking

Shall we go?
Yes. Let’s go

Say something
I’m sinking
Say anything at all
What’ll we do now?
Wait for Godot
Oh yes. This is awful
Sing something
No no

Da da dee da dum da dee…

What’ll we do? What will we do?
There’s nothing we can do
I can’t go on like this

ENOUGH!

Bye bye bye bye bye…
Not so loud!
Bye bye bye bye bye
Bye bye bye bye bye bye

see also:

Watt Goes On

Arsene Parsley