And I was wondering how to depart without self-loathing or sadness, or with as little as possible, when a kind of immense sigh all around me announce… - Samuel Beckett

إني لا أغفر لأحد . وأتمنى للجميع حياة آثمة ، ثم نار جهنم وصقيعها . حتى يخرج اسم شريف من الأجيال اللعينة.

You lean back against the door with bowed head making ready to set out. By the time you open your eyes your feet have disappeared and the skirt of your great coat come to rest on the surface of the snow. The dark scene seems lit from below. You see yourself at the last outset leaning against the door with closed eyes waiting for the word from you to go. To be gone.Then the snowlit scene. You lie in the dark with closed eyes and see yourself there as described making ready to strike out and away across the expanse of light. You hear again the click of the door pulled gently to and the silence before the steps can start. Next thing you are on your way across the white pasture afrolic with lambs in spring and strewn with red placantae.

ولادیمیر: ... ولی ما سر قرارمون موندیم، و این دیگه آخرشه. ما قدیس نیستیم، ولی سر قرارمون ایستادیم. چند نفر می تونند این قدر به خودشون ببالند؟

استراگون: میلیون ها نفر.