Archive for April 25th, 2008
With my friend.
Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot?
-Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot.
Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot?
-Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot.
