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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

Samuel Beckett

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
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Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
If I was dead, I wouldn’t know I was dead. That’s the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.
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Death Enjoyment Myself
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.
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Day Death Normal Short Yourself
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try
Against the charitable gesture there is no defence.
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Charity Defense
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was.
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Change Myself Transformation
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
All has not been said and never will be.
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Talk Voice Word
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Habit Life Perspective
Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
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Imagination Reality Surface
Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Thankful Yourself
Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Best Chance Fire Happiness Myself

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