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Let there then be light, it will not necessarily be disastrous. Or let there be none, we'll manage without it. But these lights, in the plural, which rear aloft, swell, sweep down and go out hissing, reminding one of the naja, perhaps the moment has come to throw them into the balance and have done with this tedious equipoise, at last.
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How difficult it is to speak of the moon and not lose one's head, the witless moon.
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At last I began to think, that is to say to listen harder.
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Delicious instants, before one's eyes get used to the dark.
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Are you capable of following me? He did not answer. But I seized his thoughts as clearly as if he had spoken them, namely, And you, are you capable of leading me?
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Press and gloom make recognition difficult. Man and wife are strangers two paces apart to mention only this most intimate of all bonds. Let them move on till they are close enough to touch and then without pausing on their way exchange a look. If they recognize each other it does not appear. Whatever it is they are searching for it is not that.
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I feel the old dark gathering, the solitude preparing, by which I know myself, and the call of that ignorance which might be noble and is mere poltroonery.
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The inspection once completed it is usual to put everything carefully back in place as far as possible. It is enjoined by a certain ethics not to do unto others what coming from them might give offence.
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In a word there seems to be the light of the outer world, of those who know the sun and moon emerge at such an hour and such another plunge again below the surface, and who rely on this, and who know that clouds are always to be expected but sooner or later always pass away, and mine. But mine too has its alterations, I will not deny it, its dusks and dawns, but that is what I say, for I too must have lived, once, out there, and there is no..
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Did they intrude on me here? No, no one has ever intruded on me here. Elsewhere then.
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Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything. The horror-worn eyes linger abject on all they have beseeched so long, in a last prayer, the true prayer at last, the one that asks for nothing.
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After all this window is whatever I want it to be, up to a point, that's right, don't compromise yourself. What strikes me to begin with is how much rounder it is than it was, so that it looks like a bull's-eye, or a porthole. No matter, provided there is something on the other side.
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But the passenger, having named the place he wants to go and knowing himself as helpless to act on the course of events as the dark box that encloses him, abandons himself to the pleasant feeling of being freed from all responsibility, or he ponders on what lies before him, or on what lies behind him, saying, Twill not be ever thus, and then in the same breath, But twas ever thus, for there are not five hundred different kinds of passengers..
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The fear of falling is the source of many a folly. It is a disaster. I suppose the wisest thing now is to live it over again, meditate upon it and be edified. It is thus that man distinguishes himself from the ape and rises, from discovery to discovery, towards the light.
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The only sin is the sin of being born.
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If by Godot I had meant God I would have said God, and not Godot.
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It means what it says.
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I grow gnomic. It is the last phase.
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Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.
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God is a witness that cannot be sworn.
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They were most correct, according to their god.
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Does one ever know oneself why one laughs?
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All I say cancels out, I'll have said nothing.
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To think that in a moment all will be said, all to do again.
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It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.
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Do you ever think? The voice, God forbid.
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Don't wait to be hunted to hide, that's always been my motto.
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But is it true love, in the rectum? That's what bothers me sometimes.
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To restore silence is the role of objects.
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There is something ... more important in life than punctuality, and that is decorum.
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To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.
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Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was, but that I was, forgot to be.
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What do you expect, one is what one is, partly at least.
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Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.
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Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.
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Nothing is more real than nothing.
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The loss of consciousness for me was never any great loss.
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Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.
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Tears, that could be the tone, if they weren't so easy, the true tone and tenor at last.
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Hamm: Can there be misery (he yawns) loftier than mine?
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Hamm: Ah, the old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them!
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Hamm: There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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No way in, go in, measure.
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