Re: Glass Yogis


Subject: Re: Glass Yogis
From: The Laughing Man (the_laughing_man@hotmail.com)
Date: Fri Apr 14 2000 - 04:34:51 EDT


>From: "citycabn" <citycabn@gateway.net>

>What bothered me, and still bothers me, about most literary critics
>(Laughing Man, quick, please quote the section re critics from _Godot_) is
>their smug insistence that they (oh lucky them! and soon unlucky us) have
>found the _key_ to whichever novel, story or poem one just happens to be
>having a love affair with.

Might this be the section you’re referring to? It's the only one "about"
critics I can remember.

/Your LM

VLADIMIR and ESTRAGON:
(turning simultaneously). Do you–
VLADIMIR:
Oh pardon!
ESTRAGON:
Carry on.
VLADIMIR:
No no, after you.
ESTRAGON:
No no, you first.
VLADIMIR:
I interrupted you.
ESTRAGON:
On the contrary.
[They glare at each other angrily.]
VLADIMIR:
Ceremonious ape!
ESTRAGON:
Punctilious pig!
VLADIMIR:
Finish your phrase, I tell you!
ESTRAGON:
Finish your own!
[Silence. They draw closer, halt.]
VLADIMIR:
Moron!
ESTRAGON:
That's the idea, let's abuse each other.
[They turn, move apart, turn again and face each other.]
VLADIMIR:
Moron!
ESTRAGON:
Vermin!
VLADIMIR:
Abortion!
ESTRAGON:
Morpion!
VLADIMIR:
Sewer-rat!
ESTRAGON:
Curate!
VLADIMIR:
Cretin!
ESTRAGON:
(with finality). Crritic!
VLADIMIR:
Oh!
He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.
ESTRAGON:
Now let's make it up.
VLADIMIR:
Gogo!
ESTRAGON:
Didi!
VLADIMIR:
Your hand!
ESTRAGON:
Take it!
VLADIMIR:
Come to my arms!
ESTRAGON:
Yours arms?
VLADIMIR:
My breast!
ESTRAGON:
Off we go!
[They embrace. They separate. Silence.]
VLADIMIR:
How time flies when one has fun!
[Silence.]

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