another thought

We've talked a lot about boredom as a response to the commonplace, the familiar, and the everyday. But we also get bored when faced with things that perplex us, and with material that is so unfamiliar it is hard to understand. I'm sure I would be deeply bored going to a physics lecture, for example, or reading a book on chemistry.

It seems worth thinking about this kind of boredom. There's a lot of habit and repetition in Beckett, but there's also a constant encounter with the unfamiliar: the "abyssal depths," in Vladimir's words. In a way, the familiar and the unfamiliar end up meeting each other as both are equally absurd.

On that cheery note, I'll finish for the night.