"When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?"

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How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.

— Samuel Beckett