Waiting for Godot
Estragon, sitting on a low mound, is trying to take off his boot. He pulls at it with both hands, panting.
He gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again.
(giving up again) Nothing to be done.
(advancing with short, stiff strides, legs wide apart) I'm beginning to come round to that opinion. All my life I've tried to put it from me, saying Vladimir, be reasonable, you haven't yet tried everything. And I resumed the struggle. (He broods, musing on the struggle.) (1.1-2)
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet. (1.40)
Well? What do we do?
Don't let's do anything. It's safer. (1.194-195)