As It Is With The Love Of

Let's Go." "we Can't." "why Not?" "we're Waiting For Godot.

To-morrow, When I Wake, Or Think I Do, What Shall I Say Of To-day?

Estragon: Nothing To Be Done.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.

Yes, I Dont Know Why, But I Have Never Been Disappointed, And I Often Was In The Early Days, Without Feeling At The Same Time, Or A Moment Later, An Undeniable Relief.