Time for some Beckett: Samuel Beckett at an opening-night performance (April, 1970). Photograph by Reg Lancaster.
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"…and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood."
This never stops being amazing to me. Our existence hinges upon the repetitive contraction and relaxation of this one mass of muscle and connective tissue.
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I’m deeply saddened to hear of Robin Williams’ death. I’m more saddened to know he suffered from depression for o so long he saw only one way out. He IS the childhood’s of so many, I’m sure many can recall movies of his with great fondness. He always struck me as an incredibly warm person, not just in the roles he played but through his live television interviews. The world has lost a great human being, although there is never a right time for death it seems your death is sudden and too soon. Watching your movies will now be extra special, not that they weren’t before hand but now I watch knowing you are no longer with us which is a bitter pill to swallow. I guess our willingness to go on lies in the thoughts and feelings that roam upstairs, it is heartbreaking to know you were forced to make this decision. You were a man that filled me with joy, laughter and most importantly wisdom. Your impact on me and the world through television is that of something that not many others can share: unparalleled. May you rest in perfect peace.