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And yet I am afraid, afraid of what my words will do to me, to my refuge, yet again.... If I could speak and yet say nothing, really nothing? Then I might escape being gnawed to death.
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I find me, leave me, go towards me, come from me, nothing ever but me, a particle of me, retrieved, lost, gone astray, I'm all these words, all these strangers, this dust of words, with no ground for their settling, no sky for their dispersing, coming together to say, fleeing one another to say, that I am they, all of them, those that merge, those that part, those that never meet, and nothing else, yes, something else, that I'm something qu..
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words
anxiety
turmoil
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ESTRAGON: In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping silent. VLADIMIR: You're right, we're inexhaustible. ESTRAGON: It's so we won't think. VLADIMIR: We have that excuse. ESTRAGON: It's so we won't hear. VLADIMIR: We have our reasons. ESTRAGON: All the dead voices.
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Samuel Beckett |
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CLOV: Do you believe in the life to come? HAMM: Mine was always that.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Yes, I feel the moment has come for me to look back, if I can, and take my bearings, if I am to go on. If only I knew what I had been saying. Bah, no need to worry, it can only have been one thing, the same as ever. I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them. I have only to go on, as if there was something to be done, something begun, somewhere to go. It all boils down to a question of words, I must not forget this, I have no..
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Samuel Beckett |
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VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go? ESTRAGON: Yes, let's go. They do not move.
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Samuel Beckett |
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l'tHdth `n lftr@ 'SbHt fyh sy'lan wtHwlt l~ shy klwWHl . wbl Hzn mfrT lqd `tdt `l~ tHss l'shy w'n jmd lHrk@ .
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Samuel Beckett |
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It is the role of objects to restore silence
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Samuel Beckett |
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s'ftH `yny w'nZr l~ kwm@ mmtlkty lSGyr@ , w'lqy l'wmr lm`td@ l~ jsdy,w'n '`rf ln yTy` , 'tHwl l~ rwHy lmtjhh l~ lhlk.
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Samuel Beckett |
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What I need now is stories, it took me a long time to know that, and I'm not sure of it.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Of all the laughs that strictly speaking are not laughs, but modes of ululation, only three I think need detain us, I mean the bitter, the hollow and the mirthless. They correspond to successive... how shall I say successive... suc... successive excoriations of the understanding, and the passage from the one to the other is the passage from the lesser to the greater, from the lower to the higher, from the outer to the inner, from the gross ..
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Samuel Beckett |
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fryd hy zdh nshdh
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Samuel Beckett |
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What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.
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Samuel Beckett |
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I stopped being half-witted and became sly whenever I took the trouble.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.
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Samuel Beckett |
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What is certain is this, that I never rested in that way again, my feet obscenely resting on the earth, my arms on the handlebars and on my arms my head, rocking and abandoned. It is indeed a delporable sight, a deplorable example, for the people, who so need to be encouraged, in their bitter toil, and to have before their eyes manifestations of strength only, of courage and joy, without which they might collapse, at the end of the day, and..
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people
identifying-with-others
example
separation
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Samuel Beckett |
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I seem to grasp at certain moments the nuance that divides bad from worse.
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Samuel Beckett |
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In other words, or perhaps another thing, whatever I said it was never enough and always too much. Yes,
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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.
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Samuel Beckett |
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So all things limp together for the only possible.
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Samuel Beckett |
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There's my life, why not, it is one, if you like, if you must, I don't say no, this evening. There has to be one, it seems, once there is speech, no need of a story, a story is not compulsory, just a life, that's the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself whereas life alone is enough.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Sometimes I am wrong. ( ) But not often. ( ) Sometimes all is over, for the day, all done, all said, all ready for the night, and the day not over, far from over, the night not ready, far, far from ready. ( ) But not often. ( )
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Samuel Beckett |
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As for my needs, they had dwindled as it were to my dimensions and become, if I may say so, of so exquisite a quality as to exclude all thought of succour.
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wldymyr: ... wly m sr qrrmwn mwndym, w yn dygh akhrshh. m qdys nystym, wly sr qrrmwn ystdym. chnd nfr my twnnd yn qdr bh khwdshwn bblnd? strgwn: mylywn h nfr.
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Samuel Beckett |
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dhkrty D`yf@,ynzlq Sb`y lSGyr 'mm qlmy lrSS `br lSfH@ yHdhrny,ysqT `l~ lHf@,mnby'an nhy@ lsTr qd qtrbt ,lkn fy tjh akhr.
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Samuel Beckett |
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There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
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Samuel Beckett |
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I was merely cursing, under my breath, God and man, under my breath, and the wet Saturday afternoon of my conception.
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Samuel Beckett |
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There I am then back in the saddle, in my numbed heart a prick of misgiving, like one dying of cancer obliged to consult his dentist.
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Samuel Beckett |
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God knows I'm not intelligent otherwise I'd be dead
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Samuel Beckett |
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But even them, my pains, I understand ill. That must come from my not being all pain and nothing else. There's the rub. Then they recede, or I, till they fill me with amaze and wonder, seen from a better planet. Not often, but I ask no more. Catch-cony life! To be nothing but pain, how that would simplify matters! Omnidolent! Impious dream.
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self
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Samuel Beckett |
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And yet sometimes it seems to me I am there, among the incriminated scenes, tottering under the attributes peculiar to the lords of creation ... Yes, more than once I almost took myself for the other, all but suffered after his fashion, the space of an instant.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. 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! Let us represent worthily for one t..
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Samuel Beckett |
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Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything.
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pain
human
when-the-cynic-cries
pretension
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Samuel Beckett |
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So that I would have hesitated to exclaim, with my finger up my arse-hole for example, Jesus Christ, it's much worse than yesterday, I can hardly believe it is the same hole.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Hamm: And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon? Clov: (Lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated): What in God's name would there be on the horizon? (Pause.) Hamm: The waves, how are the waves? Clov: The waves? (He turns the telescope on the waves.) Lead. Hamm: And the sun? Clove: (Looking) Zero. Hamm: But it should be sinking. Look again. Clov: (Looking) Damn the sun. Hamm: Is it night already then? Clov: (Looking) No. Hamm:..
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Samuel Beckett |
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The old thing where it always was, back again. As when a man, having found at last what he sought, a woman, for example, or a friend, loses it, or realises what it is. And yet 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..
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Samuel Beckett |
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Constipation is a sign of good health in pomeranians.
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good-sign
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Samuel Beckett |
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I am in my mother's room. It's I who live there now. I don't know how I got there. Perhaps in an ambulance, certainly a vehicle of some kind. I was helped. I'd never have got there alone. There's this man who comes every week. Perhaps I got there thanks to him. He says not. He gives me money and takes away the pages. So many pages,so much money. Yes, I work now, a little like I used to, except that I don't know how to work any more. That do..
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Samuel Beckett |
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kl krth@ thddny , b`d Hmm lwHl s'kwn 'qdr `l~ lSbr `l~ `lm m lm ylwthh wjwdy .
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Samuel Beckett |
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they come different and the same with each it is different and the same with each the absence of love is different with each the absence of love is the same
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love
lack
desire
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Samuel Beckett |
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Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen.
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living
void
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Samuel Beckett |
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that childhood said to have been mine the difficulty of believing in it the feeling rather of having been born octogenarian at the age when one dies in the dark
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Samuel Beckett |
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Yes, now my mind is easy, I know the game is won, I lost them all till now, but it's the last that counts. A very fine achievement I must say, or rather would, if I did not fear to contradict myself. Fear to contradict myself! If this continues it is myself I shall lose and the thousand ways that lead there. And I shall resemble the wretches famed in fable, crushed beneath the weight of their wish come true. And I even feel a strange desire..
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Samuel Beckett |
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I thought much about myself. That is to say I often took a quick look at myself, closed my eyes, forgot, began again.
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Samuel Beckett |