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1 " The sweet creature! She would look it up in her big Dante when she got home. What a woman! "
― Samuel Beckett , More Pricks Than Kicks
2 " Say that again" said the red gash in the white putty. "
3 " She had at least the anagram of a good face "
4 " My sometime friend Belacqua enlivened the last phase of his solipsism, before he toed the line and began to relish the world, with the belief that the best thing he had to do was to move constantly from place to place. He did not know how this conclusion had been gained, but that it was not thanks to his preferring one place to another he felt sure. He was pleased to think that he could give what he called the Furies the slip by merely setting himself in motion. "
5 " Now the summons to move on was a subpoena. Yet he found he could not, any more than Buridan’s ass, move to right or left, backward or forward. Why this was he could not make out at all. Nor was it the moment for self-examination. "