little window on my little world

   On 11 December 1957, Beckett heard from Con Leventhal, that his wife and Beckett's own former love, Ethna MacCarthy, was suffering from terminal cancer of the throat. He was utterly devastated. He wrote immediately to ask whether there was any specialist whom they could consult or any form of specialised treatment that they could obtain, either in Britain or America, adding "I need' nt tell you you may count on me financially up to the limit". He was to repeat this offer on several subsequent occasions.

   From December until Ethna's death eighteen months later, Beckett wrote her long, sometimes very beautiful letters, which can only be described as touching love letters written to someone for whom he had never lost his feelings of deep affection. Uncharacteristically, he deliberately padded his letters out with what he called "my silly news" so as to interest and entertain her while she was ill at home or in hospital: "I suppose the best I have to do", he wrote to her, "is to open for you my little window on my little world."

~ Damned To Fame-The Life of Samuel Beckett, by James Knowlson (p.442)

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