Gulden appeared at a loss for an instant reply. I want plenty to do, he replied, presently. I want to be in on everything. I want to be free to kill a man when I like. . . . Gulden, I'll split the difference between us. I'll leave you free to do as you like. But all the others—every man—must take orders from me.

a grand mountain

… [Samuel] Beckett has become virtually mute, musewise, having progressed from marvellously constructed English sentences through terser and terser French ones to the unsyntactical, unpunctuated prose of Comment C'est and 'ultimately' to wordless mimes.

I'll whip up a quick meal for our unexpected guests.