Words Fail, There Are Times When Even

Estragon: I'm Like That. Either I Forget Right Away Or I Never Forget.

I Have Nothing But Wastes And Wilds Of Self-translation Before Me For Many Miserable Months To Come.

And All These Questions I Ask Myself. It Is Not In A Spirit Of Curiosity. I Cannot Be Silent. About Myself I Need Know Nothing. Here All Is Clear. No, All Is Not Clear. But The Discourse Must Go On. So One Invents Obscurities. Rhetoric.

Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now Sea.

But I Know What Darkness Is, It Accumulates, Thickens, Then Suddenly Bursts And Drowns Everything.