saralilyb 's review for:

Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett

4.0

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I knew something of it coming into it, and although I've never seen it performed, I liked it. There was a sense of the electricity of evening, something like what I experienced while playing *Proteus*, something about possibility, about the loneliness of an open field, of one other close to you nearby, of the absurdity of passing time. I liked it.