Make sense who may. I switch off.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.

The loss of my sight was a great fillip. If I could go deaf and dumb I think I might pant on to be a hundred.

If I were in the unenviable position of having to study my work my points of departure would be the "Naught is more real ..." and the "Ubi nihil vales ..." both already in Murphy and neither very rational.

Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.