Relfection of Action

I have tried to speak. I cannot hear myself or anyone else for that matter. I have been called upon to wait on a man names Pozzo. He has gone blind in his old age, some say from staring at a small watch for too long. Although I am Pozzo's slave, it is my duty to guide him to where he wants to go. Today we meet two men sitting under a tree in my master's fields. They say they are waiting for a man named Godot. They argue too much to be friends, but they are companions nevertheless. Pozzo motions for my to take him away from the jabbering of the two men and says that Godot will never come for them. Pozzo is an impatient man and doesn't like to be questioned about his lack of sight, or my inability to speak. I am content being Pozzo's servant. I am allowed to think freely because I have no way to share how I feel. Pozzo is a fair master, and I am lucky to know that I will never have to question myself.

Reflection of Action

While carrying out my normal chores, Pozzo commands me to think. He has told the men that I can sing and dance, but I do not know how to think. My thoughts stammer in my head. With my mouth open, I wait for words to come out. Nothing. Vladimir takes off his hat and places it on my head. With a sudden rush of fragmented thoughts, I speak whatever words I can think of, it spilling out like sand out of my hands. I have so much to say- Pozzo let me speak- I have thoughts of my own. Vladimir takes the hat off of my head, and I have run out of things to say. I stand again, silent, waiting for Pozzo's next command.

Relfection of Action

Pozzo commands that I  dance. I do not like to dance, and I know that it is only funny for my master and his friends. Ashamed, I shuffle and wriggle around with the leash tight around my neck. "Dance!" One of the strangers shouts. I cannot think of what to do next, so I stand silent and still. Pozzo glares at me under the brim of this hat. I dance again, fearing what will happen to me if I stop again. After a few minutes, the men laugh and applaud. My master seems pleased, so I am content.

Reflection of Action

One of the men Pozzo has acquainted himself with asks for the chicken bones that my master has picked clean. I am puzzled by this request, and look to Pozzo for his command. He nods, and I give the man names Estragon the chicken bones. Pozzo snickers and tells the men that "Lucky would be better off killed than abandoned". This causes a stir in my emotions. How could Pozzo say that after sixty years? Tears well up in my eyes, and as one spills down the side of my face, Estragon approaches me to come and try to wipe it away. I am afraid and I lash out, kicking his legs. Pozzo does not give me room to escape. I must stay and receive my punishment.

Reflection of Action

Pozzo has stopped to talk to two strange men sitting by a tree in his field. I feel the weight of the luggage make my bones twinge with pain. The men introduce themselves as Vladimir and Estragon, and they are waiting for a man named Godot. I have never heard of this name before. Why would they be waiting for Godot here? I feel like these men are confused. In fact, they are the only ones I have ever seen roaming on my master's land. Pozzo argue with them, but then turns to me and demands his lunch. Chicken, as always. Exhaustion overcomes me and my eyes drift closed. I am at peace for a moment but am jerked away by the crack of Pozzo's whip. My only wish is to sleep. Sleep, I beg for in my mind. My mouth does not open, and I remain silent. The picnic basket has been empty and Pozzo eats with brows furrowed. I have failed to meet his expectations once again.

Current Events

Pozzo tells me that money is hard to come these days, and many men and women do not have a purpose in life. He tells me that I am lucky to be his Lucky. While I am not free to think or speak of my own accord, I have never gone without food or without a purpose. I suppose I should be grateful that I am employed to my master, because he reminds me constantly that he would kill me before he would abandon me. It would be a kind death. What would I do if I was not tied to Pozzo?  Employment is scarce, and I have no viable skills. Nor do I have any money or connections, which Pozzo claims is essential to survival.

The economy of the surrounding area is drowning in debt. I would rather die than have debt. One thing about being a slave is that I have no debt to pay, just a job to do. Pozzo needs me, and I need him. I will settle for being content with my place in life, for the time being.

Review

Pozzo took me to a new restaurant last night, the Snuggly Duckling. After we left the men at the tree who were waiting for a man names "Godot", Pozzo needed to eat. Those men were very strange. Pozzo seemed to think the same. I carry his purse and luggage because it was an overnight journey. He sat at a lavish table and I stood beside him. Slaves do not sit unless they are told. Pozzo orders the house special, and has to wait a very long time before he can eat. Once the food arrived, it was cold because the waiter forgot about it. Pozzo was not very happy. The chicken he ordered was also disgusting. I nodded and retrieved the waiter in question. Pozzo proceeded to chide the young man. I realized he was a slave as well. Suddenly, Pozzo explodes from his seat and leads me out. He vowed to never return to the Snuggly Duckling again, and would condemn the name for forever.