Here I end this reel. Box - [Pause.] - three, spool - [Pause.] - five. [Pause.] Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back. [KRAPP motionless staring before him. The tape runs on in silence.]
Samuel Beckett, Krapp's Last Tape
Uneventful morning. Breeze from NE. Geese, oystercatchers, lapwings, hares. Lots of cargo ships.
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