That Penny Farthing Hell You Call Your

Estragon: We Always Find Something, Eh Didi, To Give Us The Impression We Exist? Vladimir: Yes, Yes, We're Magicians.

Yes, Light, There Is No Other Word For It.

It Was The Only Way To Progress, To Stop.

The Day You Die Is Just Like Any Other, Only Shorter.

The New Light Above My Table Is A Great Improvement. With All This Darkness Around Me I Feel Less Alone. (pause.) In A Way. (pause.) I Love To Get Up And Move About In It, Then Back Here To... (hesitates) ...me. (pause.)