Waiting For Godot

"They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more."

I've had time to revisit my yellowed (actually, if you knew me back yonder, you'd know i used yellow paper for all my work, but it is just an expression) lit s notes on Godot. Those were pretty bleak times.

Imagine yourself tasked with deciphering gibberish, only that you know for sure that they're really genius gibberish, and that if you don't get it you're probably not so genius as you'd like to think - maybe you'd like to drop out of this two-person lit s class, perhaps? Or maybe settle for the thick volume of cloying 18th century lexicon you see your only course mate poring over and which you laughed at, because your texts were a tenth the length of hers. And then the plebeians ask "What are you reading?" (sometimes “What the f- are you reading?”) and you show it to them and of course, they'd be better off reading it upside down for all their futile efforts in comprehending it. Then you finally at the tenth reading feel like you just had a tête-à-tête with Mr. Beckett and you proclaim to the world “There is no purpose in life.” – pointing, at the same time, to the holy scripture with Beckett’s face in the front of it. You'd lapse into depression - because you know ; and Beckett knows, but nobody else does - so you look to your whoa-so-jaded-with-life lit s mentor who smiles and nicely informs you that "Well, there are students - in the States, mostly - who shoot themselves after studying such a genre of texts for seeing the hopelessness in life.". Now you’re gloomy, (more) cynical and utterly intrigued by the author and you want to be him. You’d look like a fool dragging your foot to that eventual sweet grave where you’ll find nothing that the churches, temples, mosques promised – but you already knew - , but at least you’re not a clown traipsing along in life anymore, whose breath will end akin to the careless pedestrian we see in Mr. Bean (fyi, Roland Atkinson suffers from depression, too) who walks into a manhole. Or would that be better?

I don't know, but I'm happy I got a distinction for it in the end.