that would be wonderful

One minute picking happy at the dung, on the road, in the sun, with now and then a dust bath, and then -- bang! - all her troubles over.

from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett

In her forties now she’d be, I don’t know, fifty, girding up her lovely little loins, getting ready for the change...

from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett

In spite of all it is a blessed thing to be alive in such weather, and out of hospital.

from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett