لو استطعت استخدام جسدي لألقيت به من النافذه ، معرفتي بعجزي هي التي تشجعني على مثل هذا التفكير .

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

“I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite con…”

“Onca zamandan sonra, güneşli rüzgarı sevenle rüzgarlı güneşi sevenin yeniden bi…”

“How hideous is the semicolon.”