Name, No, Nothing Is Nameable,

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!

Don't Look For Meaning In The Words. Listen To The Silences.

And Truly It Little Matters What I Say, This Or That Or Any Other Thing. Saying Is Inventing. Wrong, Very Rightly Wrong. You Invent Nothing, You Think You Are Inventing, You Think You Are Escaping, And All You Do Is Stammer Out Your Lesson, The Remnants Of A Pensum One Day Got By Heart And Long Forgotten, Life Without Tears, As It Is Wept.

The Blind Have No Notion Of Time. The Things Of Time Are Hidden From Them Too.

The Old Endless Chain Of Love, Tolerance, Indifference, Aversion And Disgust