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<i>Waiting for Godot</i> is chock-full of pairs. There’s Vladimir and
Estragon, the two thieves, the Boy and his brother, Pozzo and
Lucky, Cain and Abel, and of course the two acts of the play itself.
With these pairs comes the repeated notion of arbitrary, 50/50
chances. One thief is saved and other damned, but for no clear
reason.
If Vladimir and Estragon try to hang themselves, the bough may or
may not break. One man may die, one man may live. Godot may or
may not come to save them.
In the Bible, Cain’s sacrifice was rejected and Abel’s accepted for
no discernible reason. It’s minor, but check out Estragon’s line in
Act I: "My left lung is very weak […].
But my right lung is sound as a bell!" More pairs, more arbitrary
damnation.
Even the tone of Waiting for Godot is filled with duality: two person
The tree is the only distinct piece of the setting, so we’re
pretty sure it matters.
(Also, if you check out the painting that inspired Beckett,
you’ll see that a big tree features prominently.) Right off the
bat you’ve got the biblical stuff; J esus was crucified on a
cross, but that cross is sometimes referred to as a "tree," as
in, "J esus was nailed to the tree."
That Vladimir and Estragon contemplate hanging themselves
from the tree is likely a reference to the crucifixion, but it also
parodies the religious significance. If J esus died for the sins
of others, Vladimir and Estragon are dying for…nothing.
But you can also think of the two men not as J esus, but rather as
the two thieves crucified along with J esus.
This fits quite nicely with gospel’s tale as Vladimir tells it; one thief is
saved and the other damned, so Didi and Gogo are looking at a
fifty-fifty chance. (Duality! Again.)
The uncertainty that stems from inconsistency between the four
gospels is fitting, too, since Vladimir can’t be certain if Godot is
coming to save either one of them. (Uncertainty! Again.)
(Repetition! Again.)
There’s more. Vladimir reports that he was told to wait for Godot by
the tree.
This should be reassuring – it means the men are in the right place.
Right? Wrong.
As Estragon points out, they’re not sure if this is the right tree. And,
Now what we find to be completely baffling is the
tree’s random sprouting of leaves in between Act I
and Act II.
This is regeneration – it is hopeful, it is growth, it
is life! And that doesn’t sound anything like
<i>Waiting for Godot</i>, especially when you look at
how everything else degenerates from Act I to Act
II (we’re thinking in particular of Pozzo’s going
So what gives? Take a look at Vladimir’s line early
in Act I, when he says, "Hope deferred maketh the
something sick, who said that?" As we’ve
mentioned, Vladimir is referring to the biblical
proverb that goes a little something like this:
"Hope deferred makes the heart sick; but a desire
fulfilled is a tree of life." (Proverbs 13:12)
See that? <i>Tree</i> of life. So the tree’s random
Of course, as far as we can tell, no desires have
been fulfilled. At all. This could mean that the
proverb is completely without truth and reason,
which fits with Godot’s general stance on religion.
Then again, the tree’s sprouting leaves could be
an ironic symbol pointing out that, far from fulfilled
While Vladimir and Estragon wait for Godot, they also wait for
nightfall. For some reason (again, arbitrary and uncertain), they
don’t have to wait for him once the night has fallen.
The classic interpretation is that night = dark = death. The falling of
night is as much a reprieve from daily suffering as death is from the
suffering of a lifetime.
There’s also the issue of the moon, as its appearance in the sky is
the real signal that night has come and the men can stop waiting for
Godot.
Estragon, in one of his "wicked smart" moments, comments the
moon is "pale for weariness […] of climbing heaven and gazing on
the likes of us." Though the man remembers nothing of yesterday,
he does in this moment seem to comprehend the endless repetition
of his life.
And if the moon is weary just from watching, imagine what that says
Carrots and turnips are in one sense just a gag
reel for Vladimir and Estragon’s comic bits. But we
were interested in their disagreement over the
vegetable: "Funny," Estragon comments as he
munches, "the more you eat, the worse it gets."
Vladimir quickly disagrees, adding that, for him,
it’s "just the opposite." On the one hand, this
could be a completely meaningless conversation
– the point is simply that Vladimir is in
On the other hand, the carrot could be about the
meaning of life. Exclamation point! OK, so the carrot
But it could be a hint as to the differences between the
way Vladimir and Estragon live their lives. Vladimir’s
subsequent comment, an addendum to his carrot
claim, is that he "get[s] used to the muck as [he goes]
along." He resigns himself to banality.
Estragon, on the other hand, wearies as time passes
– much like the weary moon he observes in Act II.
When Pozzo later dishes about smoking, he claims
that a second pipe is "never so sweet [as the first]. But
it’s sweet just the same."
This is a third and distinct answer to the carrot
There seems to be no shortage of inane props in
Waiting for Godot, and these three have one thing
in common: they are all absurd objects on which
the men have developed irrational dependences.
Lucky cannot think without his bowler.
Pozzo needs his vaporizer to speak. Estragon
seems condemned to forever take his boots on
and off, as does Vladimir with his hat.
This is another great combination of the tragic and
the comic; the situation is hilarious for its
Estragon is repeatedly repelled by smells in
<i>Waiting for Godot</i>. Vladimir stinks of garlic, Lucky
smells like who knows what, and Pozzo reeks of a
fart in Act II.
It seems every time Estragon tries to get close to
a person, he is repelled by their odor.
It looks to us like smells represent one of the
barriers to interpersonal relationships. Estragon
isn’t just repelled by odors – he’s repelled by the
visceral humanity of those around him.
There’s something gritty and base about the odor