Friday, 14 April 2000

From "Mercier and Camier"

by Samuel Beckett.

This was the moment chosen by the rain, acting on behalf of the universal malignity, to come down in buckets.
It’s stuck, said Camier, don’t strain it whatever you do.
Mercier used a nasty expression.
Meaning me? said Camier.
With both hands Mercier raised the umbrella high above his head and dashed it to the ground. He used another nasty expression. And to crown all, lifting to the sky his convulsed and streaming face, he said, As for thee, fuck thee.

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