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To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.
Samuel Beckett
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Samuel Beckett
Age: 83 †
Born: 1906
Born: April 13
Died: 1989
Died: December 22
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Dublin city
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Sa-miao-erh Pei-kʻo-tʻe
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Filth
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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
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I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.
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The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.
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