‘After centuries of insulating vulnerable body parts, therefore, the bracket now does a similar job with words. Of course it’s now a rather discreet representation of its former self, at least on my, er, laptop. But I can’t speak for all male keyboard users.’ Photograph: Getty Images

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‘There are no bikes in Waiting for Godot. But the play may have what Rathjen calls “the bicycle principle” of two connected wheels (or zeroes). In support of which theory, he mentions a late, unpublished prose work, called “The Way”, in which Beckett twice describes a repeating-loop path going up and down a hill.” Above, director Walter Asmus (left) and Conor Lovett as Lucky, on the set of Waiting for Godot, at the Gate. Photograph: Eric Luke
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‘I was certain the kid would crack, sooner or later. But as we approached the 4k mark, there was no sign of weakness from my diminutive rival. He was still skipping along like a baby cheetah. If either of us was under pressure, it was me.’ Above, runners wait for the start of last weekend’s Patrick Bell Memorial Race in Bohermeen, Co Meath

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‘Beckett’s cryptic reply took the form of a deft pun and two questions: “Why don’t I submit my Lafcadio Hernia to Irishman’s Diary? Why is it customary to keep one’s fly buttoned?” And with that, apparently, the subject was closed.’  Above,  head of Samuel Beckett by  sand sculptor Niall Magee (from the Festival of Sand Sculpture at  Dublin Castle, 2007).  Photograph: Frank Miller

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‘Bridge or no bridge, Jonathan Swift’s monuments already include St Patrick’s Psychiatric Hospital, funded by his will. And it’s in keeping with Swift’s sense of humour that the same hospital is in part responsible for a very acute bend on the aforemetioned tram’s red line, reducing the Luas to glacial speed as it approaches the city centre.’ Image: Hulton Archive/Getty Images

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