And if all muck is the same muck that doesn't matter, it's good to have a change of muck, to move from one heap to another a little further on, from time to time, fluttering you might say, like a butterfly, as if you were ephemeral.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Molloy - pg. 41
Labels: Samuel Beckett
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