Such goings-on

With pseudo-cadences of Hamm's interrogative remark: "Do you think we are beginning to mean something?", I say: Do you think that I need psycho-analysis due to--among other symptoms that may have been detected--my perverse taste for such stage women characters as Agave, Medea, Lady Macbeth, Madame Arkadina, Karla Zachanasian, Amanda Wingfield, Violet Venable and Martha, who are robust with dramatic vitality, whereas Juliet, Ophelia, Desdemona and Cordelia who, as much as they suffer, suffer from dramartic anemia? Beckett went to see a psychiatrist in London because at the time, ie 1930s, psycho-analysis was prohibited in his home-town Dublin due to religious reasons for psycho-analysis was deemed to be an act of interfering in God's creation of the soul, exactly as plastic surgery was interfering in God's creation of the body. The London psychiatrist cautioned Beckett that psycho-analysis could damage the patient's genius. Hence, in the final analysis, perversion is good for the genius as "fresh air is good for the appetite", as Pozzo informs Vladimir and Estragon. One is to imagine Beckett's dilemma--typical of the poor man--how the doors of hope were shut to his face both in heaven (in Dublin) and on earth (in London), and no wonder he replaced "Our Father, thy will to be done on earth as it is in heaven", with Hamm's shout in frenzy, "The bastard--He doesn't exist"