...being Alone With Him Was Like Being

With The Crime Novels, Its Delightful To Have Protagonists I Can Revisit In Book After Book. Its Like Having A Fictitious Family.

...being Alone With Him Was Like Being In A Room Which Someone Had Just Violently Left

No Two Things The Same, The Equals Sign A Scandal.

Throughout The 1960s And 1970s Devoted Beckett Readers Greeted Each Successively Shorter Volume From The Master With A Mixture Of Awe And Apprehensiveness; It Was Like Watching A Great Mathematician Wielding An Infinitesimal Calculus, His Equations Approaching Nearer And Still Nearer To The Null Point.

We Think We're Living In The Present, But We're Really Living In The Past.