Light Black. From Pole To Pole.

Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.

Vladimir: Did I Ever Leave You? Estragon: You Let Me Go.

Silence, Yes, But What Silence! For It Is All Very Fine To Keep Silence, But One Has Also To Consider The Kind Of Silence One Keeps.

The Human Eyelid Is Not Teartight (happily For The Human Eye).

That's What Hell Must Be Like, Small Chat To The Babbling Of Lethe About The Good Old Days When We Wished We Were Dead.