Hamm: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon?
Clov: {Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated}: What in God's name would there be on the horizon? {Pause.}
Hamm: The waves, how are the waves?
Clov: The waves? {He turns the telescope on the waves.} Lead.
Hamm: And the sun?
Clove: {Looking} Zero.
Hamm: But it should be sinking. Look again.
Clov: {Looking} Damn the sun.
Hamm: Is it night already then?
Clov: {Looking} No.
Hamm: Then what is it?
Clov: {Looking} Gray. {Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, louder.} Gray! {Pause, still louder.} GRRAY!
Clov: {Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated}: What in God's name would there be on the horizon? {Pause.}
Hamm: The waves, how are the waves?
Clov: The waves? {He turns the telescope on the waves.} Lead.
Hamm: And the sun?
Clove: {Looking} Zero.
Hamm: But it should be sinking. Look again.
Clov: {Looking} Damn the sun.
Hamm: Is it night already then?
Clov: {Looking} No.
Hamm: Then what is it?
Clov: {Looking} Gray. {Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, louder.} Gray! {Pause, still louder.} GRRAY!
( Samuel Beckett )
[ Endgame ]
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