Do We Mean Love, When We Say

Our Vulgar Perception Is Not Concerned With Other Than Vulgar Phenomena.

What Do I Know Of Man's Destiny? I Could Tell You More About Radishes.

Vladimir: I Don't Understand. Estragon: Use Your Intelligence, Can't You? Vladimir Uses His Intelligence. Vladimir: (finally) I Remain In The Dark.

There Is Man In His Entirety, Blaming His Shoe When His Foot Is Guilty.

That's What Hell Must Be Like, Small Chat To The Babbling Of Lethe About The Good Old Days When We Wished We Were Dead.