'And if I failed to mention this detail in its proper place, it is because you cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those even less so. For if you set out to mention everything you would never be done, and that's what counts, to be done, to have done. Oh I know, even when you mention only a few of the things there are, you do not get done either, I know, I know. But it's a change of muck. And if all muck is the same muck that doesn't matter, it's good to have a change of muck, to move from one heap to another a little further on, from time to time, fluttering you might say, like a butterfly, as if you were ephemeral.'It feels like a long time since the last post. But it's not so long, the more I think about it. It's around about a month, if I remember rightly, which passed faster than a snap of the fingers. There's so much to talk about, but now is not the time.
Samuel Beckett, Molloy