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But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
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Samuel Beckett |
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b160153
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I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
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Samuel Beckett |
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92d242a
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It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.
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watt
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Samuel Beckett |
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457568f
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The search for the means to put an end to things, an end to speech, is what enables the discourse to continue.
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Samuel Beckett |
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de22d66
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Pozzo: I don't seem to be able...(long hesitation) to depart. Estragon: Such is life.
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Samuel Beckett |
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72618b6
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The new light above my table is a great improvement. With all this darkness around me I feel less alone. (Pause.) In a way. (Pause.) I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to... (hesitates) ...me. (Pause.)
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darkness
beckett
self
play
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Samuel Beckett |
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45aa4a1
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'stTy` 'n 'myz byn l'Swt lkhrjy@.'wrq lshjr,t'wh ljdhw`.l'GSn,Ht~ l'`shb,kl shjr@ lh SyHth lkhS@,wl ttshbh shjrtn hmshm.
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Samuel Beckett |
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5cb9268
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Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can't tell them to you?
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Samuel Beckett |
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3723759
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lm nwld lnkwn `l~ lTryq nfsh.
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Samuel Beckett |
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a6ed41e
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estragon: we lost our rights? vladimir: we got rid of them.
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Samuel Beckett |
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50be868
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Sometimes I went and looked at my grave. The stone was up already. It was a simple Latin cross, white. I wanted to have my name put on it, with the here lies and the date of my birth. Then all it would have wanted was the date of my death. They would not let me. Sometimes I smiled, as if I were dead already.
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Samuel Beckett |
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73af42a
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Estragon: Suppose we repented. Vladimir: Repented what? Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn't have to go into the details. Vladimir: Our being born?
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Samuel Beckett |
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a5b32e1
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Old endgame lost of old, play and lose and have done with losing.
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Samuel Beckett |
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de04224
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Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.
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Samuel Beckett |
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From Beckett's "The Unnamable": "They love each other, marry, in order to love each other better, more conveniently, he goes off to the wars, he dies at the wars, she weeps, with emotion, at having loved him, at having lost him, yep, marries again, in order to love again..., more conveniently again, they love each other, you love as many times as necessary, as necessary in order to be happy, he comes back, the other comes back, from the war..
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Samuel Beckett |
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09e2836
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It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions.
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Samuel Beckett |
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30714d9
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We are no longer the same, you wiser but not sadder, and I sadder but not wiser, for wiser I could hardly become without grave personal inconvenience, whereas sorrow is a thing you can keep adding to all your life long, is it not, like a stamp or an egg collection, without feeling very much the worse for it, is it not.
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Samuel Beckett |
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1f6fab9
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Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.
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solitude
friendship
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Samuel Beckett |
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17df228
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I have spoken softly, gone my ways softly, all my days, as behoves one who has nothing to say, nowhere to go, and so nothing to gain by being seen or heard.
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Samuel Beckett |
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c6fb3bf
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In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone once more, in the midst of nothingness.
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empty
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Samuel Beckett |
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efbacf8
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And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.
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Samuel Beckett |
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5aae73d
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What was God doing with himself before the creation?
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Samuel Beckett |
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que ferais-je sans ce monde que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questions ou etre ne dure qu'un instant ou chaque instant verse dans le vide dans l'oubli d'avoir ete sans cette onde ou a la fin corps et ombre ensemble s'engloutissent que ferais-je sans ce silence gouffre des murmures haletant furieux vers le secours vers l'amour sans ce ciel qui s'eleve sur la poussieere de ses lests que ferais-je je ferais comme hier comme aujour..
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poems
french
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Samuel Beckett |
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b82016e
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That is one of the many reasons why I avoid speaking as much as possible. For I always say either too much or too little, which is a terrible thing for a man with a passion for truth like mine.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Live and invent. I have tried. I must have tried. Invent. It is not the word. Neither is to live. No matter. I have tried. [...] I say living without knowing what it is. I tried to live without knowing what I was trying. Perhaps I have lived afterall, without knowing.
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Samuel Beckett |
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93ad028
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My anger subsides, I'd like to pee.
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Samuel Beckett |
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7feb2e4
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But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.
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Samuel Beckett |
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456f42c
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hdh lnw` mn l'Gr l 'rydh lan . n Hjty ljml lHy@ qd ntht . wstTy` 'n 'mwt lywm dh rGbt bmjrd mjhwd SGyr .
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Samuel Beckett |
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c1aa85a
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From the meanest creature one departs wiser, richer, more conscious of one's blessings.
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Samuel Beckett |
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How is it that of the four Evangelists only one speaks of a thief being save. The four of them were there-or therabouts-and only one speaks of a thief being saved.
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Samuel Beckett |
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lkn fkr fkr , nt `l~ l'rD wl`lj ldhlk
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Samuel Beckett |
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47303c6
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HAMM: Scoundrel! Why did you engender me? NAGG: I didn't know. HAMM: What? What didn't you know? NAGG: That it'd be you. (Pause.)
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beckett
existentialism
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Samuel Beckett |
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9d21bb9
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The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased.
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Samuel Beckett |
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88d171d
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Vladimir: What do we do now? Estragon: Wait. Vladimir: Yes, but while waiting. Estragon: What about hanging ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection. Estragon: (highly excited). An erection! Vladimir: With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that? Estragon: Let's hang ourselves immediately!
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Samuel Beckett |
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cad6fad
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Do you believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.
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Samuel Beckett |
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963eee0
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Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.
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life
krapp
play
misery
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Samuel Beckett |
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1fa7c18
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Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.
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Samuel Beckett |
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3b0d443
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That is what I find so wonderful, that not a day goes by....hardly a day, without some addition to one's knowledge however trifling, the addition I mean, provided one takes the pains.
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Samuel Beckett |
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4106298
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All I know is that the hours are long... and constrain us to beguile them with proceedings which ... may at first sight seem reasonable, until they become a habit.
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Samuel Beckett |
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13fd160
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mdh `ly 'n 'f`l? 'rqb lnfdhh ,'Tlq l`nn lalmy , l`jzy,'GS,wsqT,'nhD,w'GS, w'ftrD ,w'nkr, 'w'kd w'Grq .'Gdr nfsy bsrwr 'ql .
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Samuel Beckett |
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03e6516
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kn yjb 'n 'qwl dhlk mndh zmn ,ny 'ktb `n dhty blqlm nfsh wfy lkrs@ `ynh, wlkn lm '`d 'n f'n shkhS akhr bd' lltw Hyth !
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Samuel Beckett |
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9d39af0
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ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? VLADIMIR: (impatiently). Yes, yes, we're magicians. But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget.
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english-theatre
waiting-for-godot
samuel-beckett
tragicomedy
modernism
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Samuel Beckett |
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f0c63ed
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I could die today, if I wished, merely by making a little effort, if I could wish, if I could make an effort. But it is just as well to let myself die, quietly, without rushing things. Something must have changed. I will not weigh upon the balance any more, one way or the other.
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Samuel Beckett |
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20a49e7
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It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.
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philosophy
existentialism
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Samuel Beckett |