If By Godot I Had Meant God

Clear To Me At Last That The Dark I Have Always Struggled To Keep Under Is In Reality My Most

I Gave Up Before Birth.

To Think, When One Is No Longer Young, When One Is Not Yet Old, That One Is No Longer Young, That One Is Not Yet Old, That Is Perhaps Something.

How Time Flies When One Has Fun!

Be Again, Be Again. (pause.) All That Old Misery. (pause.) Once Wasn't Enough For You.