That’s how it is on this bitch of an earth.

The line expresses a characteristically Beckettian bleakness: existence is experienced as harsh, indifferent, and resistant to consolation. The coarse phrasing intensifies the sense of disgust and fatigue, as if the speaker is summing up life’s recurring disappointments with a shrugging finality—“that’s how it is.” In Beckett, such statements often function less as philosophical theses than as exhausted observations made from within suffering, habit, and repetition. The sentence can be read as a compressed verdict on the human condition: not a call to reform the world, but an acknowledgement of its intractability and the speaker’s limited power within it.