Always The Same Thing In Dublin, Says Samuel Beckett

To McGreevy from Dublin, wishing he were elsewhere, 14/11/30. If there's a turd to float, Samuel Beckett is on it,

"...Harry Sinclair is slowly taking the form of a garrulous turd!"

But as well, in a more sober moment that really resonates now,

     No news from Rue de Grenelle (note says where Joyce lived in Paris).
     I wonder could I work a job in London?
     This tired abstract anger - inarticulate passive opposition - always the same thing in Dublin. Do write Tom, and forgive all this gossip from the only source I have, the only source of reference, my own bloody self.

Much love
        ever
                 Sam