Samuel Beckett, “Embers”

“Stories, stories, years and years of stories, till the need came on me, for someone, to be with me, anyone, a stranger, to talk to, imagine he hears me, years of that, and then, now, for someone who…knew me, in the old days, anyone, to be with me, imagine he hears me, what I am, now.”

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