Happy Days
by Samuel Beckett
Ah yes, so little to say, so little to do, and the fear so great, certain days, of finding oneself… left, with hours still to run, before the bell for sleep, and nothing more to say, nothing more to do, that the days go by, certain days go by, quite by, the bell goes, and little or nothing said, little or nothing done. [Raising parasol.] That is the danger. [Turning front.] To be guarded against.Blazing light, scorched grass. Buried to above her waist and woken by a piercing bell, Winnie chatters away as she rummages in a bag, brushes her teeth, pulls out and kisses a revolver. Her husband, Willie, responds now and then, reads from an old paper, studies a pornographic postcard. A second bell signals the end of another happy day.
Written in 1960, Samuel Beckett's extraordinary play opened the Lyttelton Theatre in 1976.
Happy Days returns to the National with Fiona Shaw and Deborah Warner, one of theatre's richest and most enduring working partnerships (Richard II, Electra, The Powerbook, The Waste Land, Medea)
18 January – 1 March 2007
Happy Days finished on: 1 March 2007
