Then I went back into the house and wrote, "It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows."
It was not midnight. It was not raining.
(From the 1951 novel, Molloy.)
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Friday, January 7, 2011
Samuel Beckett
Then I went back into the house and wrote, "It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows."
It was not midnight. It was not raining.
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