Happy birthday
“Thirty-nine today, sound as a bell, apart from my old weakness, and intellectually I have now every reason to suspect at the… crest of the wave — or thereabouts. Celebrated the awful occasion, as in recent years, quietly at the winehouse. Not a soul. Sat before the fire with closed eyes, separating the grain from the husks. Jotted down a few notes on the back on an envelope. Good to be back in my den in my old rags.”— Samuel Beckett, Krapp’s Last Tape
Isn’t it nice that tens of people have taken time out from their day to wish me a happy birthday? Thanks everyone; that you remembered is more valuable than any present.