Get Out!

There’s a lovely quit in The Furnished Room (1961) by the late London Bohemian Laura del Rivo:

“…your progress here has not altogether given satisfaction–”

Beckett cut in, “Alright. We both know that I’m inefficient, habitually late, and completely uninterested in the work that poverty forces me to do. Having agreed this, let’s end the matter without a long and boring discussion.”

Mr Glegg stared at him, his mouth dead-fish open. Then he banged his fist on the desk. “Get out!”

Beckett went.

Shortly after storming out, our hero notices some glittering shards of glass on the floor near the Tube. He zones out on it for a moment and feels happy.

The only place, I think, to get a copy of The Furnished Room now is the wonderful Five Leaves radical Bookshop in Nottingham. So, you know. Do that.

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