Samuel Beckett Endspiel – Fin de partie – Endgame.
| Why do you stay with me? – Why do you keep me? – There’s no one else. – There’s nowhere else.
| But we breathe, we change! We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom! Our ideals!
| I am going to leave you. – Could you give me a scratch before you go?
| In the morning they brace you up and in the evening they calm you down. Unless it’s the other way round.
| What’s the weather like? – The same as usual. – Look at the earth. – I’ve looked. – With the glass? – No need of the glass.