Waiting for Lunchtime by Samuel Beckett aged 10 and 3/4
Stark, bare stage. Centre - spot, brightly lit. Shadowy figures move in background, sometimes stepping briefly into light. Ropes hang from ceiling. At various points, items of food are lowered onto stage, indicated in directions.
Vlad - 10 years old. Dark hair. Adidas jacket, worn. Trainers full of holes.
Estie - 11 years old. Wears his baseball cap back-to-front.
Enter from opposite sides.
Vlad: I'm telling you, it's no use.
Estie: What's no use?
Vlad: I've asked them a thousand times.
Estie: A million.
Vlad: More than a million. Countless times.
Estie: No good counting them. Nothing will come of it.
Vlad: Nothing at all.
Estie: It's no use.
Vlad: What's no use?
Estie: Oh, can't we think of something else to say?
Vlad: It was pudding yesterday.
Estie: It's always the pudding.
Vlad: The main and the pudding. Always the same. [Pause] Can't take a bite of one without tasting the other.
Estie: Too much ginger.
Vlad: Not enough ginger.
Estie: Must we argue?
Vlad: We must. It keeps us going.
Estie: My stomach hurts.
Vlad: Patience! Lunchtime will be upon us soon.
Estie: But when? We've been waiting for days.
Vlad: Days? Years? Countless.
Vlad: Ask them again.
The rest, unfortunately, not licensed for release by the author's estate.
Plato, 4th grade, 1992
Socrates, want to play four square?
Of course my dear friend Brian! But I fear there is only one problem: I know not the rules of the game. Do you know them? For you must in all your knowledge of what is right and true.
Yeah, I know how to play.
Well then by Zues, Brian, please impart such great wisdom upon me! But first I must ask of you one question, a simple one, just in order to clarify something to this old, wretched soul.
Go for it.
Is it so that one and only one clear set of rules exist for the game of four square? Or is it so that there are perhaps different rules applied at different times?
I guess sometimes we change the rules.
Then, if it is such that the rules may change without notice, how is it at all possible that you, albeit wise and learned beyond your years, could teach me the the true rules of the game? Is it possible you yourself do not know the rules to the very game you wish me to play?
Uhhh, I guess so. Look do you want to play or not?
Well my most exalted friend, I would most certainly love to! But I fear I can not without knowing the rules of the game are just.
OK. Bye loser.
Perhaps one day we shall finish this conversation! I'm sure there are so many things you could enlighten me about!
My Camp, By Adolf Hitler.
Today my mother sent me to summer camp by the Rhine. It was infested with crooked little children who pored over the mess hall like cockroaches erupting from the chest cavity of a corpse.
One day I will kill them all.
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The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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