I have nothing but wastes and wilds of self-translation before me for many miserable months to come.

The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.)

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

Enough to know no knowing.

The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven asporting God to plague his creature, per pro his chosen shits.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

VLADIMIR: What do they say? ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives. VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them. ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it.