"
Beckett was addicted to silences, and so was Joyce; they
engaged in conversations which consisted often of silences
directed towards each other, both suffused with sadness,
Beckett mostly for the world, Joyce mostly for himself. Joyce
sat in his habitual posture, legs crossed, toe of the upper leg
under the instep of the lower; Beckett, also tall and slender,
fell into the same gesture. Joyce suddenly asked some such
question as, 'How could the idealist Hume write a history?'
Beckett replied, 'A history of representation.'"
