The cruel fact remains that the twelve thirty has not yet arrived (Oh darling mother!)
Source: All That Fall by Samuel Beckett »
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There was a moment there, I remember now, I was so plunged in sorrow I wouldn’t have heard a steam roller go over me.
from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett
Oh, mother, you’ve squashed her, drive on, drive on!
Speak for yourself. I am not alive nor anything approaching it.
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