Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now

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

Just Under The Surface I Shall Be, All Together At First, Then Separate And Drift, Through All The Earth And Perhaps In The End Through A Cliff Into The Sea, Something Of Me. A Ton Of Worms In An Acre, That Is A Wonderful Thought, A Ton Of Worms, I Believe It.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.

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

I Say Me, Knowing All The While It's Not Me.