Beckett would have hated the fuss: too big, too noisy, too much explicitation; the City of the Plain welcoming back its prodigal son whose image (banners, pictures, books) was everywhere.

The hall was fitted up with an amphitheatrical descent of seats towards a platform, on which stood a desk, two lights, a stool, and a capacious antique chair.

He had violent pains in his belly, and purgings...

Tracker: I got the lens working from 17 to 85mm, but aperture control and AF gave up the ghost. Just bought a replacement 17-85mm at Futureshop in St John's. Oldguywithacamera: Yikes! Like the Newfs say, The arse is gone right out of 'er warranty?