Sam Beckett Meets Seth and Shem on a Pier Where Pretty Girls Did Formerly Sit: lines from a letter to Rufo Quintavalle

                                            

                                           Somewhere by the sea. 

                                       They greet each other. 

                                          They jaw thus.

           

                    - What brings you proximate

                                to these suspending waters?

                    -Thirst and thirst's algorithm.

                   - You don't say.

                    - In passing only, we're off. Would you? 

                     - Sadly I must decline your fondness.

                             Must get back to beans on toast. 
                                 The firth of tea. My employer 
                                  Joyce waits in near-darkness    
                         darkness. His bottom threatens 
                                       collapse.

                         - Ai! The Battle of Pile-Hastings.

                         - Indeed.

                         - Then ciao it is. 

                         -  Of course.

                                                They take leave 

                                                beneath an immediate 

                                                tin sky.