Endgame by Samuel Beckett

Endgame tells the story of Hamm, a blind man who cannot stand; Clov, his servant, who cannot sit; and Nagg and Nell, Hamm’s parents, who have no legs and live in rubbish bins.

Ah the old questions, the old answers, there’s nothing like them.

What more is there to tell?

(Somehow, human civilisation arrived at the point where someone made this play.)

What remains?

(The things in the world, already few, are becoming gradually more scarce.)

What is there besides the three-legged dog? The alarm clock?

(Old wall. The gaff. The sheets. The ladder. The telescope. Those bins. That chair. The toque. The windows.)

Would he have been satisfied with less?

(There are no more bicycle wheels.)

Are there any more sugar-plums?

(No. Spoiler alert. No painkillers either.)

Except the one, of course.

(Is the play monstrous, or beautiful? Tragic, or comic? Or both?)

It’s not certain.

This performance contains ideas that are inherently disturbing.