As it happened, I had a friend who was a good person who liked to present himself as a dreadful one. Using him as a role model, I created the first Buck Godot strip.
What are we doing here, that is the question.
In the history and literature courses I took, epistemological questions came to interest me most. What makes one explanation of the French Revolution better than another? What makes one interpretation of "Waiting for Godot" better than another? These questions led me to philosophy and then to philosophy of science.
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?
Waiting for the implosion [of the government of Romano Prodi] is risking to turn into Waiting for Godot.
Let's go. " "We can't. " "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.
We are waiting not for a Godot but for another-doubtless very different-St. Benedict.
Waiting for Godot was not allowed. Neither was Henry Miller. The Soviets condemned them both. Miller would have been used as an example of decadence, being a very good analyst of how terrible and monstrous American culture was. That they liked, but they wouldn't publish him. I guess it must have been the sex. With Beckett, it must have been the hopelessness.
What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come
We all are born mad. Some remain so.
If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.
As a kid, I loved Godot because of the poetry and the humor and the strangeness, but then as you get older, its much more resonant.
