Okay, so we must admit that, every now and then at MobyLives, we miss a big one. What can we say, shit happens. Still, there’s no excuse for this one — apparently, a year ago, a new play by Samuel Beckett was discovered, a play called, interestingly enough, “Charlie Rose.” In the dogged spirit of better late than never, we offer it here in performace by, er, Charlie Rose himself: