| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I can imagine that when Beckett finally came to that last sentence, when he could not put it off any longer or delay it because despite himself he had arrived, because there was nothing left to say to keep it at bay, he must have trembled, he must have shuddered, I imagine that there was nausea and fever but that the only option, at that point, other than going on, was to stop, and this is what he
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