Oh let me just flop down flat on the road like a big flat jelly out of a bowl and never move again! A great big slop thick with grit and dust and flies, they would have to scoop me up with a shovel.
Source: All That Fall by Samuel Beckett »
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from All That Fall by Samuel Beckett