While you wait...

for my next substantive post, here is a quote of Justin Hayford from the Chicago Reader reviewing some plays by Samuel Beckett about a month back:

You don't have to read a lot of Beckett to get the point. Though he spent 60 years paring down his work, eliminating more and more conventional elements, the writer's theme remains largely unchanged: the doomed, deluded fumbling of the human race, cursed with an inexplicable capacity for hope - and an inexhaustible supply of imperfect words to express it.