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Vladimir
Estragon
Lucky
Boy- Messenger
The play is the waiting of the two tramps Vladimir and
Estragon.
Waiting for Godot does not tell a story; it explores a static
situation.
The very title of the play suggests its central theme as
Martin Esslin has pointed out.
“the subject of the play is not Godot but Waiting, the act of
waiting as an essential and characteristic aspect of human
condition”
Throughout our lives we always wait for something…
And Godot represent the objective of our waiting……an
event, a person, death. It can be a thing of one’s desire.
“If we are active, we tend to forget the passage of time, we pass the
time, but if we are merely passively waiting, we are confronted with
the action of time itself.”
This central theme, waiting, will be a recurrent reality within the
play, one that it seems to remind Vladimir and Estragon why they are
where they are: in no man’s land.
And “passed the time” or “will pass the time” is repeated five times.
“Nothing to be done” repeated four times, two times by each.
Someone or
Salvation
something ?
Meaning
Death ? and
direction ?
He is the one that controls their lives and the only possibility of
redemption.
They can only be saved by Godot and therefore waiting until his
arrival is a fate.
So what ?
We really don’t know even after reading/watching a play, it still
remain confusion that who actually is waiting and for what ?
Vladimir, Estragon, or we as reader or audience waiting for
Godot or end of the play.
As time passes waiting becomes habit.
Moreover, it is in the act of waiting that we experience the flow
of time in its purest, most evident form. If we are active, we tend
to forget the passage of time, we pass the time, but if we are
merely passively waiting, we are confronted with the action of
time itself.
But if we are merely passively waiting, we are
confronted with the action of time itself.”
The more things change, the more they are the
same. ‘The tears of the world are a constant
quantity. For each one who begins to weep,
somewhere else another stops’ says Pozzo
(32).
Waiting is to experience the action of time,
which is constant change: Pozzo is blind,
Lucky is dumb. And yet, as nothing real ever
happens, that change is in itself an illusion.