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Saïd Sayrafiezadeh Reads Samuel Beckett

The New Yorker: Fiction

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The Importance of Time

"She can be gone at any time. From one moment of the year to the next suddenly no longer there." "If only she could be pure figment. Unalloyed. In the mad house of the skull and nowhere else," he writes. 'And what of it? She is done'

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