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I Admire [samuel] Beckett, But I Am Totally Against Him. He Seeks No Improvement.

She Suffers As A Miser. She Must Be Miserly With Her Pleasures, As Well. I Wonder If Sometimes She Doesn't Wish She Were Free Of This Monotonous Sorrow, Of These Mutterings Which Start As Soon As She Stops Singing, If She Doesn't Wish To Suffer Once And For All, To Drown Herself In Despair. In Any Case, It Would Be Impossible For Her: She Is Bound.

Ah! How I Hate The Crimes Of The New Generation: They Are Dry And Sterile As Darnel.

It Is Always More Valuable To Report The Truth.

An Individual Chooses And Makes Himself.