WHOROSCOPE │Samuel Beckett

What’s that?
An egg?
By the brothers Boot it stinks fresh.
Give it to Gillot.

Galileo how are you
and his consecutive thirds!
The vile old Copernican lead-swinging son of a sutler!
We’re moving he said we’re off – Porca Madonna!
the way a boatswain would be, or a sack-of-potatoey
                                                   charging Pretender.
That’s not moving, that’s moving.

Samuel Beckett, Whoroscope, The Hours Press, Paris, 1930,
Edition of 300 (100 copies signed by the author)