Autores:
  • 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.

    Samuel Beckett (1995). “The Complete Short Prose, 1929-1989”, p.160, Grove Press