1. Read and act out more of ACT 1
2. Literary Terms - litotes, Comedy of the Absurd/Theater of the Absurd, fourth wall, existentialism, stichomythia, repartee, didactic, malapropism, mimesis
3. Group work on characters -1. identify the antagonist and the protagonist; 2. what are three conflicts in the play; what is the relationship between these characters or forces in each conflict; what does the protagonist want and what stands in the way; is the conflict internal or external or both; what role does each character play in the conflict?
Turn in as a group in paragraph form by end of class
HW: Read Lucky's speech all the way until the characters part "Adieu!" - see below
Ask yourself as you read it and reread it (because you will),what does all this mean? Is there a message here? A theme? Something I can take away for class discussion?
POZZO:
Stand back! (Vladimir and Estragon move away
from Lucky. Pozzo jerks the rope. Lucky looks at Pozzo.) Think, pig! (Pause.
Lucky begins to dance.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Forward! (Lucky
advances.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Think!
Silence.
LUCKY:
On the other hand with regard to—
POZZO:
Stop! (Lucky stops.) Back! (Lucky
moves back.) Stop! (Lucky stops.) Turn! (Lucky turns towards
auditorium.) Think!
During Lucky's tirade the others
react as follows.
1) Vladimir and Estragon all attention, Pozzo
dejected and disgusted.
2) Vladimir and Estragon begin to protest,
Pozzo's sufferings increase.
3) Vladimir and Estragon attentive again, Pozzo
more and more agitated and groaning.
4) Vladimir and Estragon protest violently.
Pozzo jumps up, pulls on the rope. General outcry. Lucky pulls on the rope,
staggers, shouts his text. All three throw themselves on Lucky who struggles
and shouts his text.
LUCKY:
LUCKY:
Given the existence as uttered
forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God
quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who
from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us
dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers
like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell
are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and
who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so
blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is
better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a
result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of
Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established
beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men
that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is
established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result
of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt
that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons
unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny
that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that
man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and
pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons
unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such
as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding
conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts
autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin
and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen
holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham
Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons
unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the
dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one
inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest
decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in
Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are
there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the
labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave
that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and
Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running
water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and
then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of
stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and
something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great
deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown
in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas
alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but
not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently
simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on
the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the
skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the
labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I
resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite
of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations) . . . tennis . . . the stones . . .
so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . .
POZZO:
His hat!
Vladimir seizes Lucky's hat.
Silence of Lucky. He falls. Silence. Panting of the victors.
ESTRAGON:
Avenged!
Vladimir examines the hat, peers
inside it.
POZZO:
Give me that! (He snatches the
hat from Vladimir,
throws it on the ground, tramples on it.) There's an end to his thinking!
VLADIMIR:
But will he be able to walk?
POZZO:
Walk or crawl! (He kicks Lucky.)
Up pig!
ESTRAGON:
Perhaps he's dead.
VLADIMIR:
You'll kill him.
POZZO:
Up scum! (He jerks the rope.)
Help me!
VLADIMIR:
How?
POZZO:
Raise him up!
Vladimir and Estragon hoist
Lucky to his feet, support him an instant, then let him go. He falls.
ESTRAGON:
He's doing it on purpose!
POZZO:
You must hold him. (Pause.)
Come on, come on, raise him up.
ESTRAGON:
To hell with him!
VLADIMIR:
Come on, once more.
ESTRAGON:
What does he take us for?
They raise Lucky, hold him up.
POZZO:
Don't let him go! (Vladimir and Estragon totter.)
Don't move! (Pozzo fetches bag and basket and brings them towards Lucky.)
Hold him tight! (He puts the bag in Lucky's hand. Lucky drops it
immediately.) Don't let him go! (He puts back the bag in Lucky's hand.
Gradually, at the feel of the bag, Lucky recovers his senses and his fingers
finally close round the handle.) Hold him tight! (As before with basket.)
#
Now! You can let him go. (Vladimir
and Estragon move away from Lucky who totters, reels, sags, but succeeds in
remaining on his feet, bag and basket in his hands. Pozzo steps back, cracks
his whip.) Forward! (Lucky totters forward.) Back! (Lucky totters
back.) Turn! (Lucky turns.) Done it! He can walk. (Turning to Vladimir and Estragon.)
Thank you, gentlemen, and let me . . . (he fumbles in his pockets) . . .
let me wish you . . . (fumbles) . . . wish you . . . (fumbles) .
. . what have I done with my watch? (Fumbles.) A genuine half-hunter,
gentlemen, with deadbeat escapement! (Sobbing.) Twas my granpa gave it
to me! (He searches on the ground, Vladimir
and Estragon likewise. Pozzo turns over with his foot the remains of Lucky's
hat.) Well now isn't that just—
VLADIMIR:
Perhaps it's in your fob.
POZZO:
Wait! (He doubles up in an
attempt to apply his ear to his stomach, listens. Silence.) I hear nothing.
(He beckons them to approach, Vladimir
and Estragon go over to him, bend over his stomach.) Surely one should hear
the tick-tick.
VLADIMIR:
Silence!
All listen, bent double. #
ESTRAGON:
I hear something.
POZZO:
Where?
VLADIMIR:
It's the heart.
POZZO:
(disappointed).
Damnation!
VLADIMIR:
Silence!
ESTRAGON:
Perhaps it has stopped.
They straighten up.
POZZO:
Which of you smells so bad?
ESTRAGON:
He has stinking breath and I have
stinking feet.
POZZO:
I must go.
ESTRAGON:
And your half-hunter?
POZZO:
I must have left it at the manor.
Silence.
ESTRAGON:
Then adieu.
POZZO:
Adieu.
VLADIMIR:
Adieu.
POZZO:
Adieu.
Silence. No one moves.
VLADIMIR:
Adieu.
POZZO:
Adieu.
ESTRAGON:
Adieu.
Silence.
POZZO:
And thank you.
VLADIMIR:
Thank you.
POZZO:
Not at all.
ESTRAGON:
Yes yes.
POZZO:
No no.
VLADIMIR:
Yes yes.
ESTRAGON:
No no.
Silence.
POZZO:
I don't seem to be able . . . (long
hesitation) . . . to depart.
ESTRAGON:
Such is life.
Pozzo turns, moves away from
Lucky towards the wings, paying out the rope as he goes.
VLADIMIR:
You're going the wrong way.
POZZO:
I need a running start. (Having
come to the end of the rope, i.e., off stage, he stops, turns and cries.)
Stand back! (Vladimir and Estragon stand back, look towards Pozzo. Crack of
whip.) On! On!
ESTRAGON:
On!
VLADIMIR:
On!
Lucky moves off.
POZZO:
Faster! (He appears, crosses the
stage preceded by Lucky. Vladimir
and Estragon wave their hats. Exit Lucky.) On! On! (On the point of
disappearing in his turn he stops and turns. The rope tautens. Noise of Lucky
falling off.) Stool! (Vladimir
fetches stool and gives it to Pozzo who throws it to Lucky.) Adieu!
VLADIMIR
and ESTRAGON:
(waving). Adieu!
Adieu!
POZZO:
Up! Pig! (Noise of Lucky getting
up.) On! (Exit Pozzo.) Faster! On! Adieu! Pig! Yip! Adieu!
Long silence.
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