The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
“And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think…Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no things but nameless things,… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
