Birth was the death of him. – Samuel Beckett
Theres man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. – Samuel Beckett
Birth was the death of him. – Samuel Beckett
Theres man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. – Samuel Beckett
What do I know of mans destiny? I could tell you more about radishes. – Samuel Beckett