No but the fact that he is married and has touched a woman in his life certainly helps.
Endgame
A PLAY IN ONE ACT
By Samuel Beckett
CLOV (fixed gaze, tonelessly): Finished, it’s finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. (Pause.) Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there’s a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. (Pause.) I can’t be punished any more. (Pause.) I’ll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. (Pause.) Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I’ll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me. (He remains a moment motionless, then goes out. He comes back immediately, goes to window right, takes up the ladder and carries it out. Pause. Hamm stirs. He yawns under the handkerchief. He removes the handkerchief from his face. Very red face. Glasses with black lenses.) HAMM: Me— (he yawns) —to play. (He takes off his glasses, wipes his eyes, his face, the glasses, puts them on again, folds the handkerchief and puts it back neatly in the breast pocket of his dressing gown. He clears his throat, joins the tips of his fingers.) Can there be misery— (he yawns) —loftier than mine? No doubt. Formerly. But now? (Pause.) My father? (Pause.) My mother? (Pause.) My… dog? (Pause.) Oh I am willing to believe they suffer as much as such creatures can suffer. But does that mean their sufferings equal mine? No doubt. (Pause.) No, all is a— (he yawns) —bsolute, (proudly) the bigger a man is the fuller he is. (Pause. Gloomily.) And the emptier. (He sniffs.) Clov! (Pause.) No, alone. (Pause.) What dreams! Those forests! (Pause.) Enough, it’s time it ended, in the shelter, too. (Pause.) And yet I hesitate, I hesitate to… to end. Yes, there it is, it’s time it ended and yet I hesitate to— (He yawns.) —to end. (Yawns.) God, I’m tired, I’d be better off in bed. (He whistles. Enter Clov immediately. He halts beside the chair.) You pollute the air! (Pause.) Get me ready, I’m going to bed. CLOV: I’ve just got you up. HAMM: And what of it? CLOV: I can’t be getting you up and putting you to bed every five minutes, I have things to do. (Pause.) HAMM: Did you ever see my eyes? CLOV: No. HAMM: Did you never have the curiosity, while I was sleeping, to take off my glasses and look at my eyes? CLOV: Pulling back the lids? (Pause.) No. HAMM: One of these days I’ll show them to you. (Pause.) It seems they’ve gone all white. (Pause.) What time is it? CLOV: The same as usual. HAMM (gesture towards window right): Have you looked? CLOV: Yes. HAMM: Well? CLOV: Zero. HAMM: It’d need to rain. CLOV: It won’t rain. (Pause.) HAMM: Apart from that, how do you feel? CLOV: I don’t complain. HAMM: You feel normal? CLOV (irritably): I tell you I don’t complain. HAMM: I feel a little strange. (Pause.) Clov! CLOV: Yes. HAMM: Have you not had enough? CLOV: Yes! (Pause.) Of what? HAMM: Of this… this… thing. CLOV: I always had. (Pause.) Not you? HAMM (gloomily): Then there’s no reason for it to change. CLOV: It may end. (Pause.) All life long the same questions, the same answers. HAMM: Get me ready. (Clov does not move.) Go and get the sheet. (Clov does not move.) Clov! CLOV: Yes. HAMM: I’ll give you nothing more to eat. CLOV: Then we’ll die. HAMM: I’ll give you just enough to keep you from dying. You’ll be hungry all the time. CLOV: Then we won’t die. (Pause.) I’ll go and get the sheet. (He goes towards the door.) HAMM: No! (Clov halts.) I’ll give you one biscuit per day. (Pause.) One and a half. (Pause.) Why do you stay with me? CLOV: Why do you keep me? HAMM: There’s no one else. CLOV: There’s nowhere else. (Pause.) HAMM: You’re leaving me all the same. CLOV: I’m trying. HAMM: You don’t love me. CLOV: No. HAMM: You loved me once. CLOV: Once! HAMM: I’ve made you suffer too much. (Pause.) Haven’t I? CLOV: It’s not that. HAMM: I haven’t made you suffer too much? CLOV: Yes! HAMM (relieved): Ah, you gave me a fright! (Pause. Coldly) Forgive me. (Pause. Louder.) I said, Forgive me. CLOV: I heard you. (Pause.) Have you bled? HAMM: Less. (Pause.) Is it not time for my pain-killer? CLOV: No. (Pause.)