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Samuel Beckett on the Couch | The New Yorker

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Save this story Save this story “Three times a week I give myself over to probing the depths with my psychiatrist,” a twenty-seven-year-old not-yet-famous Samuel Beckett wrote in a letter to his cousin Morris Sinclair, on January 27, 1934. Beckett had moved to London from his family home, in the Dublin suburb of Foxrock, a few weeks earlier in order to begin analysis. “I regard myself as very fortunate to have been able to embark on it,” he continued. “It is the only thing that interests me at the moment, and that is how it should be, for these sorts of things require one to attend to them to

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