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در انتظار گودو می خوانم:

Estragon. What exactly did we ask him for?
Vladimir. Were you not there?
Estragon. I can’t have been listening.
Vladimir. Oh… Nothing very definite.
Estragon. A kind of prayer.
Vladimir. Precisely.
Estragon. A vague supplication.
Vladimir. Exactly.
Estragon. And what did he reply?
Vladimir. That he’d see.

Waiting For Godot - Samuel Beckett