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title: '<cite class="play">Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead</cite>'
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author: Ben
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type: quotes
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date: 2020-07-11T15:32:14+00:00
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url: /quotes/rosencrantz-and-guildenstern-are-dead/
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- Uncategorised
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<blockquote class="no-first-blockquote">
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You don’t understand the humiliation of it—to be tricked out of the single assumption which makes our existence viable—that somebody is <em>watching</em>…
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</p><footer>Player</footer>
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<blockquote class="script">
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<p class="script-line__character">
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Guil
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<p class="script-line__text">
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The truth is, we value your company, for want of any other. We have been left so much to our own devices—after a while one welcomes the uncertainty of being left to other people’s.
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Player
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Uncertainty is the normal state. You’re nobody special.
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Guil
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But for God’s sake what are we supposed to <em>do</em>!
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Player
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Relax. Respond. That’s what people do. You can’t go through life questioning your situation at every turn.
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</blockquote>
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> [Death is] just a man failing to reappear, that’s all—now you see him, now you don’t that’s the only thing that’s real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back—an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death.<footer>Guildenstern</footer>
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Ros
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We might as well be dead. Do you think death could possibly be a boat?
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Guil
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No, no, no…Death is…not. Death isn’t. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can’t not-be on a boat.
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Ros
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I’ve frequently not been on boats.
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Guil
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No, no, no—what you’ve been is not on boats.
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</blockquote>
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<blockquote class="script">
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Ros
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</p>
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But what’s the point?
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Guil
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Don’t apply logic.
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Ros
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He’s done nothing to us.
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Guil
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<p class="script-line__text">
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Or justice.
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Ros
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It’s awful.
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</blockquote>
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> (_Quietly_) Where we went wrong was getting on a boat. We can move, of course, change direction, rattle about, but our movement is contained within a larger one that carries us along as inexorably as the wind and current…<footer>Guildenstern</footer>
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