We are all born mad. Some remain so.
--fr. Waiting for Godot
"I speak of an art turning from it in disgust, weary of its puny exploits, weary of pretending to be able, of being able, of doing a little better the same old thing, of going a little further along a dreary road."
To which Duthuit inquires, "And preferring what?"
"The expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express."
"You will be surprised," wrote the prisoner, "to be receiving a letter about your play 'Waiting for Godot,' from a prison where so many thieves, forgers, toughs, homos, crazy men and killers spend this bitch of a life waiting... and waiting... and waiting. Waiting for what? Godot? Perhaps." The prisoner related how he had heard from a French friend about the play that was taking Paris by storm and had the first edition sent to him in prison; he had read it over again and again, then had translated it himself into German... he had obtained permission to put the play on in the prison, had cast it himself, rehearsed it and acted in it. The first night had been on November 29, 1953.
The effect on the prisoners was electric; the play was a triumph. "Your Godot was our Godot," the prisoner wrote to Beckett. He explained that every inmate saw himself and his own predicament reflected in the characters who were waiting for something to come along to give their lives meaning. He then offered his own interpretation of the play, seeing in it a lesson of fraternity even in the worst of conditions: "We are all waiting for Godot and do not know that he is already here. Yes, here. Godot is my neighbor in the cell next to mine. Let us do something to help him then, change the shoes that are hurting him!"
"As long as such conditions prevail in Ireland I do not wish my work to be performed there, either in festivals or outside them. If no protest is heard they will prevail for ever. This is the strongest I can make."Beckett also encounters much difficulty in attempting to stage both Endgame and Krapp's Last Tape in England, resulting in many months of argument with English officials before the performances are allowed to run.
"Dear Sam and Suzanne. In spite of everything, they have given you the Nobel Prize-I advise you to go into hiding. With affection."Beckett is sincerely appalled, knowing that the award will bring only further assaults on his privacy, and takes Lindon's advice, sequestering himself as much as possible from the efforts of the press. Among the numerous telegrams Beckett receives wishing him well and congratulations is a brief missive from a M. Georges Godot (his real name) in Paris, saying only how sorry he was to have kept him waiting. Beckett sends Lindon in his stead to receive the prize in Stockholm.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
--fr. Waiting for Godot
 Attributed to Gerald Stewart in Damned to Fame: The Life of Samuel Beckett, by James Knowlson.
 Curiously, other famous writers have, or claim to have, been the victim of almost the exact same kind of knife assault at the hands of a Parisian "pimp": see the biographical notes of Antonin Artaud for further details.
 Duthuit purchased the magazine from Eugene Jolas, but retained Jolas as an editorial advisor, as well as Jean-Paul Sartre and Georges Bataille, among others. Much of the contributors payments for the new transition came from Duthuit's wife, Marguerite, whose father, Henri Matisse, also contributed several cover illustrations.
 Merlin Press was operating under the auspices of Maurice Giordias, who had just founded the Olympia Press, and who agreed to act as something as a French legal buffer for the non-French writers making up Merlin. Other notables published by Merlin at the same time as Watt included translations of both the Marquis de Sade, and Apollinaire, the oft-deemed obscene quality of whose content had prompted the members of Merlin to seek some measure of legal defensibility in the first place.
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