
Kln Mar 06
Clov: [...] Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. [...] Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. [...] I can't be punished any more. [....] I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me.
Beckett, S. (2000). Endgame. London: Faber & Faber. (p. 12)