Eventually, Beckett found that potentially silent medium in the theater. In a play, action or inactivity matter as much or more than speech and one of his last theatrical experiments consists of a single exhaled breath that wordlessly gives up the ghost in a cry lasting 25 seconds.
As this volume ends, we are still waiting for Waiting for Godot. Tom Stoppard has said that he’s hoping to stay alive until the rest of the collected edition is published; I’m not exactly holding my own breath, but there are clearly delights and discoveries in store.
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