In The Name Of Bacon Will You

Habit Is A Great Deadener.

They Give Birth Astride Of A Grave, The Light Gleams An Instant, Then It's Night Once More.

Pozzo: I Am Blind. (silence.) Estragon: Perhaps He Can See Into The Future.

What A Joy To Know Where One Is, And Where One Will Stay, Without Being There. Nothing To Do But Stretch Out Comfortably On The Rack, In The Blissful Knowledge You Are Nobody For All Eternity. A Pity I Should Have To Give Tongue At The Same Time, It Prevents It From Bleeding In Peace, Licking The Lips.

Words Are All We Have.