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I was in hospital once. There was a man in another ward, dying of throat cancer. In the silence, I could hear his screams continually. That’s the only kind of form my work has.

我曾经住过医院。在另一个病房里，有一个人死于咽喉癌。在寂静中，我能听到他不断的尖叫声。这是我工作中唯一的一种形式。

— Samuel Beckett 贝克特