Waiting for Growth

With apologies to the Beckett Estate…

Two tramps appear on stage. They are dressed in white tie and tails and wearing top hats. Their clothes are dirty and shabby; their hats gleam. The stage is bare, apart from a mound of earth and a tree. Which appears to be dead.

ACT ONE:

David: [gloomy] It’s too much for one man. On the other hand what’s the good of losing heart now, that’s what I say. We should have thought of it a million years ago, in the nineties.

George: What do you expect, you always wait till the last moment.

David: [Ponders this] The last moment… Hope deferred maketh the something sick, who said that?

George: It is an election, isn’t it?

David: [Despairingly] Why don’t you help me?

George: There’s nothing to show.

David: Suppose we repented?

George: Repented what?

David: Oh… we wouldn’t have to go into the details. Daren’t even laugh any more.

George: Privation! People are bloody ignorant apes.