Crepuscule With Lucky

[s~Z]

Except the firmament. (He laughs, pleased with this witticism.) But I see
what it is, you are not from these parts, you don't know what our twilights
can do. Shall I tell you? (Silence. Estragon is fiddling with his boot
again, Vladimir with his hat.) I can't refuse you. (Vaporizer.) A little
attention, if you please. (Vladimir and Estragon continue their fiddling,
Lucky is half asleep. Pozzo cracks his whip feebly.) What's the matter with
this whip? (He gets up and cracks it more vigorously, finally with success.
Lucky jumps. Vladimir's hat, Estragon's boot, Lucky's hat, fall to the
ground. Pozzo throws down the whip.)


Worn out, this whip.

(He looks at the P-list.)

What was I saying?