That Passed The Time. It Would Have

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.

We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain That Way.

The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But It Can Turn Nasty, If Ill Employed.

Estragon: I Can't Go On Like This. Vladimir: That's What You Think.

I Marshalled The Words And Opened My Mouth, Thinking I Would Hear Them. But All I Heard Was A Kind Of Rattle, Unintelligible Even To Me Who Knew What Was Intended.