VLADIMIR: Well, what now?
ESCOBAR: We wait.
VLADIMIR: For what?
ESCOBAR: For a rally. For a mistake. Or for another day.
VLADIMIR: But there is nothing. We’ve waited all night. My bat is tired. Should I not swing for that distant horizon?
ESCOBAR: From a tree branch, perhaps we all shall swing.
VLADIMIR: I hate Fenway.
ESCOBAR: It is not Yahweh.
VLADIMIR: It is not our way. But look yonder, here comes a white sphere! What should we do?
ESCOBAR: We wait.
VLADIMIR: For what?
For nine years, we have been making comic books. We are about to publish our masterpiece...
We need your help.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Excerpts from "Waiting for Becket"
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I think that we shall never see a sun so beautiful as a run.
- Godot ( watching the Angels wait for something )
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