Here he stood. Here he sat. Here he knelt. Here he lay. Here he moved, to and fro, from the door to the window, from the window to the door; from the window to the door, from the door to the window; from the fire to the bed, from the bed to the fire; from the bed to the fire, from the fire to the bed.
Samuel Beckett: from Watt
I can’t go on.
You must go on.
I’ll go on.
You must say words, as long as there are any...
Samuel Beckett: from The Unnamable
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good ol' Sam and his windows...
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