We could have saved sixpence. We could have saved fivepence. But at what cost?
Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.
But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is more real than nothing.' They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark.