We should turn resolutely towards Nature. - Samuel Beckett

Hamm: There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.

The sensation of the seat of a chair coming together with his drooping posteriors at last was so delicious that he rose at once and repeated the sit, lingeringly and with intense concentration. Murphy did not so often meet with these tendernesses that he could afford to treat them casually. The second sit, however, was a great disappointment.

I was merely cursing, under my breath, God and man, under my breath, and the wet Saturday afternoon of my conception.