by Samuel Beckett
I liked this play, but I wouldn't say that it really spoke to me in the way that it appears to speak to many other people. Maybe I shouldn't have read Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead first. The dialogue is good, and the play is clever in that it invites us to grin at Vladimir and Estragon's antics just before it becomes clear that they are only slightly exaggerated versions of ourselves, sitting around waiting for something that will never happen -- for someone with all the answers to show up.
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