There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.

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Don’t touch me! Don’t question me! Don’t speak to me! Stay with me!

We’re waiting for Godot.

Estragon: Charming spot. Inspiring prospects. Let’s go.
Vladimir: We can’t.
Estragon: Why not?
Vladimir: We’re waiting for Godot.

There’s no lack of void.

Nothing to be done.