ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? VLADIMIR: (impatiently). Yes, yes, we're magicians. But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget.
Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.
A cheval sur une tombe et une naissance difficile. Du fond du trou, reveusement, le fossoyeur applique ses fers. On a le temps de vieillir. L'air est plein de nos cris.