Waiting for Godot
What was I saying?
But take the weight off your feet, I implore you, you'll catch your death.
True. (He sits down. To Estragon.) What is your name?
(who hasn't listened) Ah yes! The night. (He raises his head.) But be a little more attentive, for pity's sake, otherwise we'll never get anywhere. (1.535-40)
Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm […]. (1.639)
But you can't go barefoot!
Christ! What has Christ got to do with it. You're not going to compare yourself to Christ!
All my life I've compared myself to him. (1.825-8)