I'd like to recount a brief exchange between Beckett and a companion, told to me by an Irish friend of mine.Companion: What a beautiful day! It makes one glad to be alive.
Beckett: I wouldn't go so far as to say that...
Quite.
...and even Schopenhauer was ruled in the end not by his head, but by his dog. —Thomas Bernhard
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