“the eyes stare into the space before them, namely the fulness of the great deep with its unchanging calm. . . . But at long intervals they close. . . . Perhaps it is then he sees the heaven of the old dream, the heaven of the sea and of the earth too, and the spasms of the waves from shore to shore all stirring to their tiniest stir. . . .”

—Samuel Beckett, from The Beckett Trilogy: Malone, Malloy dies, The Unnamable, 1979.