The Loss Of My Sight

To Have Been Always What I Am - And So Changed From What I Was.

That Passed The Time. It Would Have Passed In Any Case. Yes, But Not So Rapidly.

Vladimir: What Do They Say? Estragon: They Talk About Their Lives. Vladimir: To Have Lived Is Not Enough For Them. Estragon: They Have To Talk About It.

The Fact Would Seem To Be, If In My Situation One May Speak Of Facts, Not Only That I Shall Have To Speak Of Things Of Which I Cannot Speak, But Also, Which Is Even More Interesting, But Also That I, Which Is If Possible Even More Interesting, That I Shall Have To, I Forget, No Matter. And At The Same Time I Am Obliged To Speak. I Shall Never Be Silent. Never.

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.