Look at the ocean! Never seen anything like that! What? A sail? A fin? Smoke? The light is sunk. Pah! We all knew that. There was a bit left. The base. Yes. And now? All gone. No gulls? Gulls! And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon? What in God's name could there be on the horizon? (Pause.) The waves, how are the waves? The waves? (He turns the telescope on the waves.) Lead. And the sun? Zero. But it should be sinking. Look again. Damn the sun. Is it night already then? No. Then what is it? Gray. (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, louder.) Gray! (Pause. Still louder.) GRRAY! (Pause. He gets down, approaches Hamm from behind, whispers in his ear.) Gray! Did I hear you say gray? Light black. From pole to pole.

Samuel Beckett
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