I'll take the bait. While understanding Beckett's spiritually arid world view, I'm struck by the Swiftian irony of collecting the gun most closely associated with the "ineffectual" German military, the agent of the 20th Century's metaphorical Anti-Christ, to use a dramatic term. Millions dead. However in the abstract it's only sculpted metal. Intellectual detachment. No memories. No pain. What would Hanna Arendt think? (The banality of evil, etc.) On the lighter side, G.B.Shaw? Best regards, Dick McEvoy I'm not Waiting for Godot, he left on a bus for San Bernadino!
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