Beautiful Day Mr Beckett
I don’t want to go too far with the Beckett business, but on the BBC page celebrating Beckettmania there’s a comment that makes me happier than listening to Flogging Molly’s It’s Been The Worst Day Since Yesterday:
Walking through a Paris park on a fine summer morning with a companion, Beckett was asked if it was a beautiful day. He agreed that indeed it was a beautiful day. Makes you feel glad to be alive, doesn’t it, pursued the companion. Beckett pondered. I wouldn’t go that far, he eventually replied
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