'In Samuel Beckett's Happy Days, drama is stripped to its sheerest essence. We observe the gradual extinction of a body; of a mind; of language. We also observe the remnants of a marriage in which we hardly know which counts for more: the impenetrable and separate solitudes of woman and man, or their mutual dependence.Bleak though this is, Happy Days is life enhancing; and, by the way, deeply funny. There is no play of the twentieth century I find more marvellous.' Alistar Macaulay, Financial Times.