" Hamm: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon? Clov: (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated): What in God's name would there be on the horizon? (Pause.) Hamm: The waves, how are the waves? Clov: The waves? (He turns the telescope on the waves.) Lead. Hamm: And the sun? Clove: (Looking) Zero. Hamm: But it should be sinking. Look again. Clov: (Looking) Damn the sun. Hamm: Is it night already then? Clov: (Looking) No. Hamm: Then what is it? Clov: (Looking) Gray. (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, louder.) Gray! (Pause, still louder.) GRRAY! "