da "Waiting for Godot" di Samuel Beckett

"And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of setting air,

And the blue sky, and in the minds of man:

A motion and a spirit, that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

And rolls through all things".

"How exquisitely the individual Mind

(And the progressive powers perhaps no less

Of the whole species) to the external World

Is fitted: - and how exquisitely too -

Theme this but little heard of among men

The external World is fitted to the Mind;

And the creation (by no lower name

Can it be called) which they with blended might

Accomplish: - this is our high argument".