Hamm: Clov!
Clov: Yes!
Hamm: What's happening?
Clov: Something is taking its course.
Clov: Why this farce, day after day?
Hamm: Routine. One never knows.
Clov: Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap.
Endgame, Samuel Beckett
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