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Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot?
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Samuel Beckett |
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4dd5605
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There's no lack of void.
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Samuel Beckett |
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I'm like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.
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Samuel Beckett |
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dd3d5b8
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We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Samuel Beckett |
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The essential doesn't change.
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Samuel Beckett |
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We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!
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Samuel Beckett |
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1329b67
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If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
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Samuel Beckett |
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you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you mu..
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Samuel Beckett |
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Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition.
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Samuel Beckett |
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We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench...
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Samuel Beckett |
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HAMM: We're not beginning to... to... mean something? CLOV: Mean something! You and I, mean something! (Brief laugh.) Ah that's a good one!
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Samuel Beckett |
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3bda956
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Use your head, can't you, use your head, you're on earth, there's no cure for that!
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Samuel Beckett |
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It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.
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destination
resignation
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Samuel Beckett |
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saying again if you do not teach me I shall not learn saying again there is a last even of last times last times of begging last times of loving of knowing not knowing pretending a last even of last times of saying
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Samuel Beckett |
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Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.
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waste
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Samuel Beckett |
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I don't know: perhaps it's a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I'll wake, in the silence, and never sleep again. (It will be I?) Or dream (dream again), dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of murmurs (I don't know, that's all words), never wake (all words, there's nothing else). You must go on, that's all I know. They're going to stop, I know that well: I can feel it. They're going to abandon me. It will be the silence, fo..
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suicide
words
story
silence
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Samuel Beckett |
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The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.
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Samuel Beckett |
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I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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help
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Samuel Beckett |
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ba47c47
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Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place...that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.
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Samuel Beckett |
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And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept.
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Samuel Beckett |
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a18ec51
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But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
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Samuel Beckett |
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For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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Samuel Beckett |
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I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.
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Samuel Beckett |
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bjdy@ kfHt l'kwn jdan 'kthr , 'n '`ysh w'bd` . wlkn `nd kl mHwlh jdyd@ 'fqd `qly , 'hrb l~ Zlly km yhrb lfrd l~ lm`bd .
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Samuel Beckett |
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ny l 'Gfr l'Hd . w'tmn~ lljmy` Hy@ athm@ , thm nr jhnm wSqy`h . Ht~ ykhrj sm shryf mn l'jyl ll`yn@.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
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Samuel Beckett |
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For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.
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Samuel Beckett |
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lw stT`t stkhdm jsdy l'lqyt bh mn lnfdhh , m`rfty b`jzy hy lty tshj`ny `l~ mthl hdh ltfkyr .
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Samuel Beckett |
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'r~ lHy@ dwn 'n '`rf m hy , Hwlt 'n '`ysh dwn 'n '`rf m 'f`lh 'w 'Hwl 'n 'f`lh ..
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Samuel Beckett |
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God damn you to hell, Sir, no, it's indecent, there are limits! In six days, do you hear me, six days, God made the world. Yes Sir, no less Sir, the WORLD! And you are not bloody well capable of making me a pair of trousers in three months!' 'But my dear Sir, my dear Sir, look at the world and look at my TROUSERS!
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Samuel Beckett |
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caaf9f3
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All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Samuel Beckett |
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When a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.
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malone-dies
molloy
page-94
part-i
the-unnamable
sly
part-1
forest
logic
wit
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Samuel Beckett |
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She felt, as she felt so often with Murphy, spattered with words that went dead as soon as they sounded; each word obliterated, before it had time to make sense, by the word that came next; so that in the end she did not know what had been said. It was like difficult music heard for the first time.
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Samuel Beckett |
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let us say before i go any further, that i forgive nobody. i wish them all an atrocious life in the fires of icy hell and in the execrable generations to come.
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Samuel Beckett |
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3cc0429
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No symbols where none intended.
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symbols
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Samuel Beckett |
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4fd89a0
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How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.
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relationship
life
love
krapp
play
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Samuel Beckett |
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I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side. (Pause. Krapp's lips move. No sound.) Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.
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silence
life
love
relatipnship
krapp
movement
play
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Samuel Beckett |
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I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.
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relationship
krapp
moments
play
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Samuel Beckett |
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0bc0683
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Looking at the tree) Pity we haven't got a bit of rope.
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Samuel Beckett |
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You lean back against the door with bowed head making ready to set out. By the time you open your eyes your feet have disappeared and the skirt of your great coat come to rest on the surface of the snow. The dark scene seems lit from below. You see yourself at the last outset leaning against the door with closed eyes waiting for the word from you to go. To be gone.Then the snowlit scene. You lie in the dark with closed eyes and see yourself..
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samuel-beckett
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Samuel Beckett |
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19af1fe
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Clov: If I don't kill the rat, he'll die. Hamm: That's right.
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Samuel Beckett |
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1448a05
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Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed....To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!
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Samuel Beckett |
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There is no escape from the hours and the days. Neither from tomorrow nor from yesterday, because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us... We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday
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Samuel Beckett |
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1444b63
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Not one person in a hundred knows how to be silent and listen, no, nor even to conceive what such a thing means. Yet only then can you detect, beyond the fatuous clamour, the silence of which the universe is made.
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Samuel Beckett |