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Endgame
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ISBN-13:
9780571243730
Veröffentl:
2009
Erscheinungsdatum:
01.03.2009
Seiten:
50
Autor:
Samuel Beckett
Gewicht:
80 g
Format:
198x128x10 mm
Sprache:
Englisch
Beschreibung:
Samuel Beckett was born in Dublin in 1906 and graduated from Trinity College. He settled in Paris in 1937, after travels in Germany and periods of residence in London and Dublin. He remained in France during the Second World War and was active in the French Resistance. From the spring of 1946 his plays, novels, short fiction, poetry and criticism were largely written in French. With the production of En attendant Godot in Paris in 1953, Beckett's work began to achieve widespread recognition. During his subsequent career as a playwright and novelist in both French and English he redefined the possibilities of prose fiction and writing for the theatre. Samuel Beckett won the Prix Formentor in 1961 and the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1969. He died in Paris in December 1989.
Endgame by Samuel Beckett, published as part of the eightieth Anniversary of Faber, as part of a landmark publishing project to publish edited and corrected texts of all of his works, whether plays, poetry or prose.
Endgame by Samuel Beckett, published as part of the eightieth Anniversary of Faber, as part of a landmark publishing project to publish edited and corrected texts of all of his works, whether plays, poetry or prose.
Originally written in French and translated into English by Beckett, Endgame was given its first London performance at the Royal Court Theatre in 1957.
HAMM: Clov!
CLOV: Yes.
HAMM: Nature has forgotten us.
CLOV: There's no more nature.
HAMM: No more nature! You exaggerate.
CLOV: In the vicinity.
HAMM: But we breathe, we change! We lose our hair our teeth! Our bloom! Our ideals!
CLOV: Then she hasn't forgotten us.
HAMM: Clov!
CLOV: Yes.
HAMM: Nature has forgotten us.
CLOV: There's no more nature.
HAMM: No more nature! You exaggerate.
CLOV: In the vicinity.
HAMM: But we breathe, we change! We lose our hair our teeth! Our bloom! Our ideals!
CLOV: Then she hasn't forgotten us.