لم نولد لنكون على الطريق نفسه.

“Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the gr…”

“The little cloud drifting before their glorious sun will darken the earth as lo…”

“But I pushed and pulled in vain, the wheels would not turn. It was as though th…”

“Clov: Why this farce, day after day? Hamm: Routine. One never knows. [Pause.] L…”