This monologue, near the play’s end, acts as a climax to the author’s speculations on the meaning or purpose of our existence. Whatever Beckett means by Godot (and he said if he knew he would have said so), the “waiting” that pervades (in fact substitutes for) the action of this play has, in this monologue, finally exhausted the pair, and Vladimir, the “brains” or thinking part of the duo comes to the same conclusion as all...
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