Beckett’s work is often misread as hopeless, something that Lisa and I discuss at length, but the third play,Rockaby, expresses courage in the face of suffering, and, more significantly: death. While the nameless woman yearns for a witness to confirm her existence, just ‘one other living soul’, rocking back and forth at the chair’s own volition, her fading voice cries out ‘More!’ each time it stops, refusing to admit defeat. The play’s narration offers a slow disintegration of consciousness that is prevalent in Beckett’s later work. However, control remains with the woman, as the decision to ‘fuck life’ is hers in the end, dressed in funeral finery and held in the rocking chair’s embrace. With that, we are all returned to the darkness from which we began, from the womb into the tomb.