'Not I' by Samuel Beckett was introduced to me by my artist friend Alastair Frazer in a cafe in London that stocked copious amounts of preserves.
The monologue is an outburst mimicking as closely as possible the natural flow of consciousness of an elderly woman who was abandoned by her parents and has gone on to lead a loveless, lonely and traumatic existence.
The first time I watched it I found it really difficult but since seeing it then it has popped into my head over and over again. It's definitely haunting.
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