ABSTRACT

Estragon, sitting on a low mound, is trying to take off his boot. He pulls at it with both hands, panting. He gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again. As before.

Enter Vladimir.

ESTRAGON: (giving up again). Nothing to be done. VLADIMIR: (advancing with short, stiff strides, legs wide apart). I ’m be­

ginning to come round to that opinion. All my life I ’ve tried to put it from me, saying, Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven’t yet tried every­ thing. And I resumed the struggle. (He broods, musing on the struggle. Turning to Estragon.) So there you are again.