IN THIS MOMENT

of existential peril for American democracy, there’s no time like the present to revive Beckett’s existential benchmark Waiting for Godot, on stage for a few more days at Lincoln Center’s White Light Festival.

“It’s a magical play,” says a friend of mine who went. “I don’t know where theĀ  magic is hidden, but I want to investigate.”

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