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Samuel Beckett WHOROSCOPE What’s that? An egg? By the brothers Boot it stinks fresh. Give it to Gillot. Galileo how are you And his consecutive thirds! The vile old Copernican lead-swinging son of a sutler! We’re moving he said we are off – Porca Madonna! the way a boatswain would be, or a sack-of…