The plot is simple. Two men, Vladimir and Estragon, are waiting for a man named Godot. We never find out exactly why, although the protagonists seem to think it's an important matter. But Godot never shows.
Written by Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot is a play that makes you constantly question what is happening - in a good way. The change from friendly conversation to "why are we here?" happens quickly and often, and leaves the reader as confused as the characters. Beckett has a knack for witty dialogue that results in frequent laugh-out-loud moments.
Waiting for Godot is a bizarrely funny play; I recommend it if you'd like some laughs and don't mind being a bit confused.
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