The Whisky Bears A Grudge Against The

It Was The Only Way To Progress, To Stop.

Hamm: We're Not Beginning To... To... Mean Something? Clov: Mean Something! You And I, Mean Something! (brief Laugh.) Ah That's A Good One!

You Cried For Night - It Falls. Now Cry In Darkness.

We Should Have Thought Of It When The World Was Young, In The Nineties.

I Lay Down Across Her With My Face In Her Breasts And My Hand On Her. We Lay There Without Moving. But Under Us All Moved, And Moved Us, Gently, Up And Down, And From Side To Side.