Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap.
I can't be punished any more.
I'll go now to the kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.
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Aj. I know the feeling.
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--gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was hopeless and no good going on, and she agreed, without opening her eyes. (Pause.) I asked her to look at me and after a few moments--(pause)--after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare. I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low.) Let me in. (Pause.) We drifted in among the flags and stuck. The way they went down, sighing, before the stem! (Pause.) I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
Anne: Ja, aj. Och nu också oj.
Anonym: Det var jag inte beredd på.
"And yet I hesitate, I hesitate to... to end. Yes, there it is, it's time it ended and yet I hesitate to—
—to end."
HAMM: Clov!
CLOV: Yes.
HAMM: Have you not had enough?
CLOV: Yes! (Pause.) Of what?
HAMM: Of this... this... thing.
CLOV: I always had. (Pause.) Not you?
HAMM (gloomily): Then there's no reason for it to change.
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