{"text":"The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said.","author":"Samuel Beckett","tags":["beckett","fuck","irish","off","samuel","writer"],"id":19085,"author_id":"Samuel+Beckett"}