" At this moment Murphy would willingly have waived his expectation of Antepurgatory for five minutes in his chair, renounced the lee of Belacqua's rock and his embryonal repose, looking down at dawn across the reeds to the trembling of the austral sea and the sun obliquing to the north as it rose, immune from expiation until he should have dreamed it all through again, with the drowning of an infant, from the spermarium to the crematorium. He thought so highly of this post- mortem situation, its advantages were present in such detail to his mind, that he actualy hoped he might live to be old. Then he would have a long time lying there dreaming, watching the dayspring run through its zodiac, before the toil up hill to Paradise The gradient was outrageous, one in less than one. God grant no godly chandler would shorten his time with a good prayer.
This was his Belacqua fantasy and perhaps the most highly systematised of the whole collection. It belonged to those that lay just beyond the frontiers of suffering, it was the first landscape of freedom."
Murphy, S Beckett