Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.
That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.
I had little talent for happiness.
I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.
Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.
It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.