Already all confusion. Things and imaginings. As of always. Confusion amounting to nothing. Despite precautions. If only she could be pure figment. Unalloyed. This old so dying woman. So dead. In the madhouse of the skull and nowhere else. Where… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
There is often times a confusion of things, of particles, of the concepts considered essential whence theorems, laws, concepts are born that no one would have seen otherwise. — Mariana Fulger Copy Share Image
