ESTRAGON:

In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping silent.

VLADIMIR:

You're right, we're inexhaustible.

ESTRAGON:

It's so we won't think.

VLADIMIR:

We have that excuse.

ESTRAGON:

It's so we won't hear.

VLADIMIR:

We have our reasons.

ESTRAGON:

All the dead voices.

VLADIMIR:

They make a noise like wings.

ESTRAGON:

Like leaves.

VLADIMIR:

Like sand.

ESTRAGON:

Like leaves.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

They all speak at once.

ESTRAGON:

Each one to itself.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

Rather they whisper.

ESTRAGON:

They rustle.

VLADIMIR:

They murmur.

ESTRAGON:

They rustle.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

What do they say?

ESTRAGON:

They talk about their lives.

VLADIMIR:

To have lived is not enough for them.

ESTRAGON:

They have to talk about it.

VLADIMIR:

To be dead is not enough for them.

ESTRAGON:

It is not sufficient.

Silence.

VLADIMIR:

They make a noise like feathers.

ESTRAGON:

Like leaves.

VLADIMIR:

Likes ashes.

ESTRAGON:

Like leaves.

Long silence.

VLADIMIR:

Say something!

ESTRAGON:

I'm trying.

Long silence.

VLADIMIR:

(in anguish). Say anything at all!

ESTRAGON:

What do we do now?

VLADIMIR:

Wait for Godot.

ESTRAGON:

Ah!

Silence.

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