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Yes, Light, There Is No Other Word For It.

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

We Have Time To Grow Old. The Air Is Full Of Our Cries. But Habit Is A Great Deadener.

My Life, My Life, Now I Speak Of It As Of Something Over, Now As Of A Joke Which Still Goes On, And It Is Neither, For At The Same Time It Is Over And It Goes On, And Is There Any Tense For That? Watch Wound And Buried By The Watchmaker, Before He Died, Whose Ruined Works Will One Day Speak Of God, To The Worms.

Any Fool Can Turn A Blind Eye But Who Knows What The Ostrich Sees In The Sand.