ولادیمیر: ... ولی ما سر قرارمون موندیم، و این دیگه آخرشه. ما قدیس نیستیم، ولی سر قرارمون ایستادیم. چند نفر می تونند این قدر به خودشون ببالند؟ استراگ… - Samuel Beckett

Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.

"It is midnight. Rain is beating against the window." It was not midnight. It was not raining.

Let me tell you this, when social workers offer you, free, gratis and for nothing, something to hinder you from swooning, which with them is an obsession, it is useless to recoil, they will pursue you to the ends of the earth, the vomitory in their hands. The Salvation Army is no better. Against the charitable gesture there is no defence, that I know of. You sink your head, you put out your hands all trembling and twined together and you say, Thank you, thank you lady, thank you kind lady. To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.