Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.

Let's go." "We can't." "Why not?" "We're waiting for Godot.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.