Pozzo is a blustery, belligerent man. He has just eaten a chicken
I am impertinent. (He knocks his pipe against the whip, gets up.) I must be getting on. Thank you for your society.
[... … …]
Perhaps you didn’t speak? (Silence.) It’s of no importance. Let me see … (He reflects.)
For the full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot. Grove Press, 1954, pp. 32.
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