Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma. ...

And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma. (Samuel Beckett)

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Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.

Samuel Beckett Quotes: And I'll be myself at last, as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of a coma.