I Try. I Fail. I Try Again.

Pozzo: I Am Blind. (silence.) Estragon: Perhaps He Can See Into The Future.

It Is Useless Not To Seek, Not To Want, For When You Cease To Seek You Start To Find, And When You Cease To Want, Then Life Begins To Ram Her Fish And Chips Down Your Gullet Until You Puke, And Then The Puke Down Your Gullet Until You Puke The Puke, And Then The Puked Puke Until You Begin To Like It.

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

Tears And Laughter, They Are So Much Gaelic To Me.

My Dear Tom, Delighted To Get Your Letter. Do Write Again. This Life Is Terrible And I Don't Understand How It Can Be Endured.