The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But

Vladimir: Did I Ever Leave You? Estragon: You Let Me Go.

For In Me There Have Always Been Two Fools, Among Others, One Asking Nothing Better Than To Stay Where He Is And The Other Imagining That Life Might Be Slightly Less Horrible A Little Further On.

They Never Lynch Children, Babies, No Matter What They Do They Are Whitewashed In Advance.

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.

Hold The Old Holding Hand. Hold And Be Held. Plod On And Never Recede. Slowly With Never A Pause Plod On And Never Recede.