With all this darkness round me I feel less alone. In a way. I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to . . . me.

POZZO:
I am blind.
(Silence.)
ESTRAGON:
Perhaps he can see into the future.

The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.)

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.