Clov: Why this farce, day after day? Hamm: Routine. One never knows. {Pause.} Last night I saw inside my breast. There was a big sore. Clov: Pah! You saw your heart. Hamm: No, it was living. {Pause. Anguished.} Clov! Clov: Yes. Hamm: What's happening? Clov: Something is taking its course. {Pause.} Hamm: Clov! Clov: {impatiently} What is it? Hamm: We're not beginning to ... to ... mean something? Clov: Mean something! You and I, mean something! {Brief laugh.} Ah that's a good one! Hamm: I wonder. {Pause.}
( Samuel Beckett )
[ Endgame ]
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