Epitaph

I have mentioned before that I am a fan of Eugene Ionesco, who is (wrongly) grouped in Theatre of the Absurd. Unlike Beckett or Pinter, the playwrights Ionesco, Jarry, and especially Stoppard do not teach that absurdism must necessarily lead to despair, but sense hope out beyond the final wall of death.

I learned today that Ionesco's epitaph is "Pray to I-don't-know-who. Jesus Christ, I hope."