I’ll be reading this again and returning to Sartre. The pair only have each other and that's mostly a curse but the only blessing they have. Vladamir and Estragon hope but it’s futile, a hope emptied of truth, a fallen, distorted image of its source, exactly what we’d expect of Hell. Left is God’s shadow, a distorted and wraith-like and ever unattainable hope, and that's Godot. It’s a wasteland, but a confusing one – it’s the subtraction of divine reason producing the absurdity. What remains are their shadows and bones. This is a world where beauty, reason, goodness, truth, law, love etc etc have all been subtracted. Lewis – neither of which quite ascend (or descend) to this depiction. This is reminiscent of Lanark by Alasdair Grey or the Great Divorce by C.S. Perhaps I'm wrong, but surely this is a depiction of Hell? Not the lurid hell of Dante, a place of active torture, but a passive one, here is simply the absence of God. This should not be written off as 'absurdist' it’s perfectly logical and coherent as soon as the penny drops. There have been endless interpretations of what it means and who is who but it all just seemed so clear to me from very early on. Creepy, unsettling, terrifying, dripping with despair. I listened to this on audiobook so I suppose I got something half-way between seeing the play and reading it and I loved it.