Sep
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“The letters show us an admirable human being, punctiliously polite to colleagues and professional associates, warm and loving to friends, brilliantly expressive in artistic debate. Below all this, however, is the subterranean self in which he felt constantly imprisoned, from which no amount of ordinary human interaction or extraordinary recognition could afford him liberation. For such deep-seated personal unhappiness, Beckett could offer no explanation: ‘As for saying who I am, where I come from and what I am doing, all that is quite beyond me.’”
From Nicholas Grene’s review of The Letters of Samuel Beckett 1941-1956.
