VLADIMIR:
You should have been a poet.
ESTRAGON:
I was. (Gesture towards his rags.) Isn’t that obvious?
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
Where was I … How’s your foot?
– Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett
[auto]observaties
VLADIMIR:
You should have been a poet.
ESTRAGON:
I was. (Gesture towards his rags.) Isn’t that obvious?
Silence.
VLADIMIR:
Where was I … How’s your foot?
– Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett
Mediteren heeft iets weg van Wachten op Godot.