I shall not speak of my sufferings. Cowering deep down among them I feel nothing. It is there I die, unbeknown to my stupid flesh. That which is seen, that which cries and writhes, my witless remains. Somewhere in the turmoil thought struggles on, it too wide of the mark. It too seeks me, as it always has, where I am not to be found.
Samuel BeckettAbout author
- Author's profession: Playwright, Writer
- Nationality: irish
- Born: April 13, 1906
- Died: December 22, 1989
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