It's a thing for Beckett fans to lament how misrepresented Beckett's grimness is. Indeed - while there's often despair, there's also often great levity; bathos, pathos, poignancy and tenderness. But, let's face it, Sam could also give Eeyore a run for his money (and vice versa)...
Eeyore: "Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning, which I doubt," said he."
Beckett: "The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed." (Molloy)
Eeyore: "End of the road. Nothing to do, and no hope of things getting better."
Beckett: "Estragon: Nothing to be done. Vladimir: I'm beginning to come round to that opinion." (Waiting for Godot)
Eeyore: "This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it."
Beckett: "Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness."
Eeyore: "After all, what are birthdays? Here today and gone tomorrow."
Beckett: "Birth was the death of him." (A Piece of Monologue)
Eeyore: "We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it."
Beckett: "Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." (Worstward Ho)
Images: Eeyore drawing by E.H. Shephard. Sam Beckett by Avigdor Arikha.