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The Trombones Crunched Redgold Under My Bed, And Behind My Gulliver The Trumpets Three-wise Silverflamed, And There By The Door The Timps Rolling Through My Guts And Out Again Crunched Like Candy Thunder. Oh, It Was Wonder Of Wonders. And Then, A Bird Of Like Rarest Spun Heavenmetal, Or Like Silvery Wine Flowing In A Spaceship, Gravity All Nonsense Now, Came The Violin Solo Above All The Other Strings, And Those Strings Were Like A Cage Of Silk Around My Bed. Then Flute And Oboe Bored, Like Worms Of Like Platinum, Into The Thick Thick Toffee Gold And Silver. I Was In Such Bliss, My Brothers.

I Conclude That There Is As Much Sense In Nonsense As There Is Nonsense In Sense.

The 21st Chapter Gives The Novel The Quality Of Genuine Fiction, An Art Founded On The Principle That Human Beings Change. ----- "a Clockwork Orange Resucked" Intro To First Full American Version 1986

Beckett Does Not Believe In God, Though He Seems To Imply That God Has Committed An Unforgivable Sin By Not Existing.

The Trouble Began With Forster. After Him It Was Considered Ungentlemanly To Write More Than Five Or Six Novels.