You lie awake at night, tossing to and fro and brooding on it (and other wretchedness).
Source: All That Fall by Samuel Beckett »
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from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett
On the other hand, I said, these are the horrors of home life, the dusting, sweeping, airing, scrubbing, waxing, waning, washing, mangling, drying, mowing, clipping, raking, rolling, scuffling, shoveling,...
Sit at home on the remnants of my bottom counting the hours - till the next meal. The very thought puts life in me!
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