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Thursday, April 21, 2005

Meaning and Melancholia in Beckett's Endgame

"Whom did you call when you were a tiny boy, and were frightened, in the dark? Your mother? No. Me. We let you cry. Then we moved you out of earshot, so that we might sleep in peace ... you didn't really need to have me listen to you. (Pause) I hope the day will come when you'll really need to have me listen to you, and need to hear my voice, any voice." (Endgame 56) "


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