Friday, 14 April 2000

From "Mercier and Camier"

by Samuel Beckett.

The barman rattled off a list.
Mine will be a button-fish salad, said Camier, with Dutch dressing.
Not on today, said the barman.
Then make it a hopper sandwich.
Just finished the last, said the barman. He had heard it was better to humour them.
You keep a civil tongue in your head, said Mercier. He turned to Camier. What kind of kip is this? he said. What kind of trip is this?

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