Like Pullman's tomb, Beckett's dialogue is encased in its own concrete, in a stilted, unspontaneous delivery.

The ordinaunce...made such a great noyse and thunderyng that it seemed the heaven would have fallen.

Don't expect a long walk. You can only go so far in that direction.

O may it be my constant care to watch and pray; the neglect of which was the chief cause of my former deadness.