Samuel Beckett's Vladimir and Estragon, in motion at the same time that they are at rest, must keep on expecting Godot.

But somewhere in the middle of the second act, particularly when the lights go up on Anna and Claire - dressed as clairvoyants in gypsy costumes and sad little hats while waiting for their respective lovers - we realize that these two are less like Gwendolen and Cecily of ``The Importance of Being Earnest,'' and more like Vladimir and Estragon of ``Waiting for Godot,'' trapped with each other in an endless cycle of boredom, intimacy and pressing grains of salt into each other's wounds.

As Estragon reminds us in Beckett's first act, one thing really never seems to change: "People are bloody ignorant apes.