From The Letters of Samuel Beckett (Cambridge):
"Mrs. F. is a kind of mother on draught, you pull the pull & she appears with tea, Sanatogen, hot water to stupe a stye, every variety of abstract succour & a heavy sane willing presence altogether. I am made free of the kitchen regions, which is better than a million golden gas-rings, & my collapses into an atmosphere of home-made jam & the Weekly Telegraph are encouraged without being solicited."
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