
Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett
This is a much more descriptive title.
Indeed, and this work would be utterly meaningless if anything happened in it. As for me, this is definitely one of...
Oh my god…so fucking true. NOTHING HAPPENS. EVER!
Yes, nothing happens. But suprisingly, a lot can be said without plot movement. Do you read this as a modernist work? or...