I Can't Go On. I'll

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

In Reality We Are One And All From The Unthinkable First To The No Less Unthinkable Last Glued Together In A Vast Imbrication Of Flesh Without Breach Or Fissure

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

The Tears Of The World Are A Constant Quantity. For Each One Who Begins To Weep, Somewhere Else Another Stops. The Same Is True Of The Laugh.

I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I Know My Eyes Are Open, Because Of The Tears That Pour From Them Unceasingly.