As It Is With The Love Of

My Characters Have Nothing. I'm Working With Impotence, Ignorance... That Whole Zone Of Being That Has Always Been Set Aside By Artists As Something Unusable - Something By Definition Incompatible With Art.

Estragon: I'm Like That. Either I Forget Right Away Or I Never Forget.

We Could Have Saved Sixpence. We Could Have Saved Fivepence. But At What Cost?

Reality, Whether Approached Imaginatively Or Empirically, Remains A Surface, Hermetic.

That Passed The Time. It Would Have Passed In Any Case. Yes, But Not So Rapidly.