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095bdcd
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it's notorious, ah you can't deny it, some people are lucky, born of a wet dream and dead before morning
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Samuel Beckett |
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The search for myself is ended. I am buried in the world, I knew I would find my place there one day, the old world cloisters me, victorious. I am happy, I knew I would be happy one day. But I am not wise. For the wise thing now would be to let go, at this instant of happiness. And what do I do? I go back again to the light, to the fields I so longed to love, to the sky all astir with little white clouds as white and light as snowflakes, to..
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Samuel Beckett |
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All is tedious, in this relation that is forced upon me.
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Samuel Beckett |
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ESTRAGON What am I to say? VLADIMIR Say, I am happy. ESTRAGON I am happy. VLADIMIR So am I. ESTRAGON So am I. VLADIMIR We are happy. ESTRAGON We are happy. (Silence.) What do we do now, now that we are happy?
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Samuel Beckett |
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0a17796
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The fact is, it seems, that the most you can hope is to be a little less, in the end, the creature you were in the beginning, and the middle.
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Samuel Beckett |
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I weep without interruption. It's an unbroken flow of words and tears. With no pause for reflection. But I speak softer, every year a little softer. Perhaps. Slower too, every year a little slower. Perhaps. it is hard for me to judge. If so the pauses would be longer, between the words, the sentences, the syllables, the tears, I confuse them, the words and tears, my words are my tears, my eyes my mouth.
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Samuel Beckett |
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854e014
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Yes or no?' said Murphy. The eternal tautology.
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Samuel Beckett |
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87dc73e
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She dragged me across the floor, stopping from time to time only to kick me. I didn't know our cows too could be so inhuman.
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cow
first-love
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Samuel Beckett |
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the last at last seen of him himself unseen by him and of himself" A rest. The last Mr. Murphy saw of Mr. Endon was Mr. Murphy unseen by Mr. Endon. This was also the last Murphy saw of Murphy." A rest. The relation between Mr. Murphy and Mr. Endon could not have better summed up than by the former's sorrow at seeing himself in the latter's immunity from seeing anything but himself." A long rest. Mr. Murphy is a speck in Mr. Endon's unseen."
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Samuel Beckett |
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I do nothing, with as little shame as satisfaction. It is the state that suits me best. I write the odd poem when it is there, that is the only thing worth doing. There is an ecstasy of -- will-less in a grey tumult of . There is an end to the temptation of light, its polite scorchings & consolations. It is good for children & insects. There is an end of making up one's mind, like a pound of tea, an end of patting the butter of conscious..
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indolence
obscurity
consciousness
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Samuel Beckett |
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e091824
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O que estamos fazendo aqui, essa e a questao. E nessa imensa confusao Uma coisa e clara: Estamos esperando Godot!
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Samuel Beckett |
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f1fa711
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I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.
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arbitrariness
narrative
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Samuel Beckett |
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wqty mHdwd, jsdy lm ytkhdh qrrh,flHywt lHqyqy@ l ttsmH m` hdh lbT,lshyTn ytrbS mthl lmkrwb fy lbrwstt.syTlq lkhrb kty'bh
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Samuel Beckett |
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But man is still today, at the age of twenty-five, at the mercy of an erection, physically too, from time to time, it's the common lot, even I was not immune, if that can be called an erection. It did not escape her naturally, women smell a rigid phallus ten miles away and wonder, How on earth did he spot me from there?
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Samuel Beckett |
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e5b7fc1
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La fin est dans le commencement et cependant on continue.
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Samuel Beckett |
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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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Samuel Beckett |
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Henry: I usen't to need anyone, just to myself, stories, there was a great one about an old fellow called Bolton, I never finished it, I never finished any of them, I never finished anything, everything always went on for ever. (Pause.)
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embers
self
play
stories
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Samuel Beckett |
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83086cf
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For he who has once had to listen will listen always, whether he knows he will never hear anything again, or whether he does not. In other words, they like other words, no doubt about it, silence once broken will never again be whole.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about? Henry: Not a living soul. Ada: I thought as much. (Pause.) When we longed to have it to ourselves there was always someone. Now that it does not matter the place is deserted.
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relationship
love
embers
play
soul
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Samuel Beckett |
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9f69928
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Yes, I was my father and I was my son, I asked myself questions and answered as best I could, I had it told to me evening after evening, the same old story I knew by heart and couldn't believe, or we walked together, hand in hand, silent, sunk in our worlds, each in his worlds, the hands forgotten in each other. That's how I've held out till now. And this evening again it seems to be working, I'm in my arms, I'm holding myself in my arms, w..
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Samuel Beckett |
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And I was wondering how to depart without self-loathing or sadness, or with as little as possible, when a kind of immense sigh all around me announced it was not I who was departing, but the flock.
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inspirational
asshole
jerkass
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Samuel Beckett |
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dead calm, then a murmur, a name, a murmured name, in doubt, in fear, in love, in fear, in doubt, wind of winter in the black boughs, cold calm sea whitening whispering to the shore, stealing, hastening, swelling, passing, dying, from naught come, to naught gone
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Samuel Beckett |
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1f709ce
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People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Samuel Beckett |
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0c59875
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But I did not yet know, at that time, how tender the earth can be for those who have only her and how many graves in her giving, for the living." First Love"
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Samuel Beckett |
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Yes it sometimes happens and will sometimes happen again that I forget who I am and strut before my eyes, like a stranger. Then I see the sky different from what it is and the earth too takes on false colours. It looks like rest, it is not, I vanish happy in that alien light, which must have once been mine, I am willing to believe it, then the anguish of return, I won't say where, I can't, to absence perhaps, you must return, that's all I k..
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Samuel Beckett |
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VLADIMIR: Well? What do we do? ESTRAGON: Don't let's do anything. It's safer.
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Samuel Beckett |
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You, my body, my mind...one must go.
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Samuel Beckett |
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2cda58b
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Look, she said stooping over her breasts, the haloes are darkening already. I summoned up my remaining strength and said, Abort, abort and they'll blush like new.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Now I was making my way through the garden. There was that strange light which follows a day of persistent rain, when the sun comes out and the sky clears too late to be of any use. The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said.
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Samuel Beckett |
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In the end he said, I am Mercier, alone, ill, in the cold, the wet, old, half mad, no way on, no way back. He eyed briefly, with nostalgia, the ghastly sky, the hideous earth. At your age, he said. Another act. Immaterial
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Samuel Beckett |
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437fdcf
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Personally I always preferred Lipton's.
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theater
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Samuel Beckett |
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Having oscillated all his life between the torments of a superficial loitering and the horrors of disinterested endeavour, he finds himself at last in a situation where to do nothing exclusively would be an act of the highest value, and significance.
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Samuel Beckett |
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In order to be company he must display a certain mental activity. But it need not be of a high order. Indeed it might be argued the lower the better. Up to a point. The lower the order of mental activity the better the company. Up to a point.
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mental-activity
partner
conversation
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Samuel Beckett |
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3bfa02d
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The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.
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Samuel Beckett |
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So to every man, soon or late, comes envy of the fly, with all the long joys of summer before it.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Then a moment passed and all was changed.
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Samuel Beckett |
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3ce7cd6
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I was out of sorts. They are deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them.
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ditch
out-of-sorts
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Samuel Beckett |
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0539556
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The more people I meet the happier I become.
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friendship
happiness
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Samuel Beckett |
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As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.
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mind
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Samuel Beckett |
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But I pushed and pulled in vain, the wheels would not turn. It was as though the brakes were jammed, and heaven knows they were not, for my bicycle had no brakes. And suddenly overcome by a great weariness, in spite of the dying day when I always felt most alive, I threw the bicycle back in the bush and lay down on the ground, on the grass, careless of the dew, I never feared the dew.
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Samuel Beckett |
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story ... if you could finish it ... you could rest ... you could sleep ... not before ... oh I know ... the ones I've finished ... thousands and one ... all I ever did ... in my life ... with my life ... saying to myself ... finish this one ... it's the right one ... then rest ...
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Samuel Beckett |
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Alone he watched the sky go out, dark deepen to its full. He kept his eyes on the engulfed horizon, for he knew from experience what last throes it was capable of. And in the dark he could hear better too, he could hear the sounds the long day had kept from him, human murmurs for example, and the rain on the water.
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Samuel Beckett |
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He speaks of himself as of another. Himself he devises too for company. Leave it at that. Confusion too is company up to a point. Better hope deferred than none. Up to a point. Till the heart starts to sicken. Company too up to a point. Better a sick heart than none. Till it starts to break. So speaking of himself he concludes for the time being, For the time being leave it at that.
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Samuel Beckett |
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all I hear leave out more leave out all hear no more lie there in my arms the ancient without end me we're talking of me without end that buries all mankind to the last cunt they'd be good moments in the dark the mud hearing nothing saying nothing capable of nothing nothing
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Samuel Beckett |