Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place, that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.
Friday, June 23, 2006
becektt's hundredth anniversary
From a a beautiful essay in The New York Review on Beckett, this quote from Beckett's second novel, Watt:
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