Beckett?

I have been doing some Beckett. Or Beckett has been doing me. There's really no difference in Einsteinian relativity. Either way, someone's getting cork-screwed right into the ground.

But there are elements of Beckett that are amenable to thought. Let's face it: I'm not that twisted, so as for any other "relatively" normal person out there, I struggle with Beckett.

But I like the score with the frogs in Watt. It (among many other things) has inspired me to combine my interests and rediscover some old ones. One of those is piano. I wonder what piano playing might add to my reading of Beckett. Piano learning, that is, since (like many other "relatively" normal persons, I quit piano somewhere between the second and third John Thompson books.)

Let's say it was the third book. What if I resume playing alongside reading Beckett. (And Stein). And alongside some rudimentary education in mathematics? If I resume all this and chronicle my progress, difficulties, moments of epiphany (however few), would you read it?

Would it matter?