Virginia Woolf recorded voice

Beckett speaks, 1987

A ton of worms

Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.

An instant

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

Unhappiness

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

Their bliss

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

Silences

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.