I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.
Samuel BeckettRead
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
Interpretation
The desire to express pain and resentment even in misery highlights the need for recognition and validation of suffering.
In this quote, Samuel Beckett expresses a deep sense of anguish and the wish for his tormentors to suffer seeing him in hell, cursing them. It encapsulates the human condition of wanting to have one's struggles acknowledged, even if it means enduring eternal suffering, as symbolic of the fight against the indifference of others towards one's pain.
In practice
In a literary discussion about existentialism, this quote can emphasize the importance of recognizing human suffering.
I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.
Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.
I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
From silly devotions and from sour-faced saints, good Lord, deliver us.
In anything that does cover the whole of your life - in your philosophy and your religion - you must have mirth. If you do not have mirth you will certainly have madness.
All the principles of heaven and earth are living inside you. Life itself is truth, and this will never change. Everything in heaven and earth breathes. Breath is the thread that ties creation together.
Experience has taught me that the shallowest of communist platitudes contains more of a hierarchy of meaning than contemporary bourgeois profundity.
Peace and love are ever in us, being and working; but we be not alway in peace and in love.
Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.
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