"Beckett in his frugal minimalist brilliance paints powerful imagery of an agitated self, a helpless being, a lonely traveler, in eternal yet meaningless wait, which life ultimately is, till we take the final leap into oblivion. The act of wait, which is an act of life, is given a comic dimension in the play. By the end the reader becomes one with the characters, waiting for things to happen, but nothing ever happens. Yet life happens."
I cannot remember where I got this quotation but it perfectly sums up the whole play and its burden. Hopefully, one day, I can get a chance to see this play live.
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