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the last at last seen of him himself unseen by him and of himself
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Samuel Beckett |
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Ah if only this voice could stop, this meaningless voice which prevents you from being nothing, just barely prevents you from being nothing and nowhere, just enough to keep alight this little yellow flame feebly darting from side to side, panting, as if straining to tear itself from its wick, it should never have been lit, or it should never have been fed, or it should have been put out, put out, it should have been let go out.
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Samuel Beckett |
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To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something. To pause, towards the close of one's three hour day, and consider: the darkening ease, the brightening trouble; the pleasure pleasure because it was, the pain pain because it shall be; the glad acts grown proud, the proud acts growing stubborn; the panting the trembling towards a being gone, a bein..
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For it is difficult to speak, even any old rubbish, and at the same time focus one's attention on another point, where one's true interest lies, as fitfully defined by a feeble murmur seeming to apologize for not being dead. And what it seemed to me I heard then, concerning what I should do, and say, in order to have nothing further to do, nothing further to say, it seemed to me I only barely heard it, because of the noise I was engaged in ..
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I say to myself--sometimes, Clov, you must learn to suffer better than that if you want them to weary of punishing you--one day. I say to myself--sometimes, Clov, you must be better than that if you want them to let you go--one day. But I feel too old, and too far, to form new habits. Good, it'll never end, I'll never go.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Bloom of adulthood. Try a whiff of that. On your back in the dark you remember. Ah you remember. Cloudless May day. She joins you in the little summerhouse. Entirely of logs. Both larch and fir. Six feet across. Eight from floor to vertex. Area twenty-four square feet to the furthest decimal. Two small multicoloured lights vis-a-vis. Small stained diamond panes. Under each a ledge. There on summer Sundays after his midday meal your father l..
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relentlessness
childhood
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Samuel Beckett |
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All is ready. Except me. I am being given, if I may venture the expression, birth to into death, such is my impression. The feet are clear already, of the great cunt of existence. Favourable presentation I trust. My head will be the last to die. Haul in your hands. I can't. The render rent. My story ended I'll be living yet. Promising lag. That is the end of me. I shall say I no more.
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Samuel Beckett |
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But is it true love, in the rectum?
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Samuel Beckett |
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Nowhere in particular on the way from A to Z. Or say for verisimilitude the Balloygan Road. That dear old back road. Somewhere on the Ballyogan Road in lieu of nowhere in particular. Where no truck anymore. Somewhere on the Ballyogan Road on the way from A to Z.
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Samuel Beckett |
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To know you can do better next time, unrecognizably better, and that there is no next time, and that it is a blessing there is not, there is a thought to be going on with.
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Samuel Beckett |
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And life in his mind gave him pleasure, such pleasure that pleasure was not the word.
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Samuel Beckett |
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And once again I am I will not say alone, no, that's not like me, but, how shall I say, I don't know, restored to myself, no, I never left myself, free, yes, I don't know what that means but it's the word I mean to use, free to do what, to do nothing, to know, but what, the laws of the mind perhaps, of my mind, that for example water rises in proportion as it drowns you and that you would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts th..
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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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Misfortunes, blessings, I have no time to pick my words, I am in a hurry to be done. And yet no, I am in no hurry.
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Samuel Beckett |
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What a weary way since that first disaster, what nerves torn from the heart of insentience, with the appertaining terror and the cerebellum on fire. It took him a long time to adapt himself to this excoriation.
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Samuel Beckett |
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The blue face! The obscene protrusion of the tongue! The tumefaction of the penis! The penis, well now, that's a surprise, I'd forgotten I had one. What a pity I have no arms, there might still be something to be wrung from it. No, 'tis better thus. At my age, to start manstuprating again, it would be indecent. And fruitless. And yet one can never tell. With a yo heave yo, concentrating with all my might on a horse's rump, at the moment whe..
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Samuel Beckett |
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Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.
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loneliness
love
waiting-for-godot
samuel-beckett
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Samuel Beckett |
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But all this was nothing compared to the face which I regret to say vaguely resembled my own, less the refinement of course, same little abortive moustache, same little ferrety eyes, same paraphimosis of the nose, and a thin red mouth that looked as if it was raw from trying to shit its tongue.
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Samuel Beckett |
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And for what I have done ill and for what I have done well and for what I have left undone, I ask you to forgive me. And I ask you to think of me always--bugger these buttons--with forgiveness, as you desire to be thought of with forgiveness, though personally of course it is all the same to me whether I am thought of with forgiveness, or with rancour, or not at all. Good night.
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Clov: Why this farce, day after day? Hamm: Routine. One never knows. [Pause.] Last night I saw inside my breast. There was a big sore. Clov: Pah! You saw your heart. Hamm: No, it was living. [Pause. Anguished.] Clov! Clov: Yes. Hamm: What's happening? Clov: Something is taking its course. [Pause.] Hamm: Clov! Clov: [impatiently] What is it? Hamm: We're not beginning to ... to ... mean something? Clov: Mean something! You and I, me..
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Samuel Beckett |
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What I liked in anthropology was its inexhaustible faculty of negation, its relentless definition of man, as though he were no better than God, in terms of what he is not. But my ideas on this subject were always horribly confused, for my knowledge of men was scant and the meaning of being beyond me.
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Samuel Beckett |
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The turmoil of the day freezes in a thousand absurd postures.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Let's hang ourselves immediately!
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Samuel Beckett |
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It was a strange room, the door hanging off its hinges, and yet a telephone. But its last occupant was a harlot, long past her best, which had been scarlet.
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Samuel Beckett |
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The little cloud drifting before their glorious sun will darken the earth as long as I please.
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Samuel Beckett |
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boechy hychkht
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Samuel Beckett |
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Her mind was a press of formless questions, mingling and crumbling limply away.
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Samuel Beckett |
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In reality I said nothing at all, but I heard a murmur, something gone wrong with the silence, and I pricked up my ears, like an animal I imagine, which gives a start and pretends to be dead.
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Samuel Beckett |
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I was mad of course and still am, but harmless, I passed for harmless, that's a good one. Not of course that I was really mad, just strange, a little strange, and with every passing year a little stranger, there can be few stranger creatures going about than me at the present day.
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mad
strange
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That movements of an extreme complexity were taking place seemed certain, and yet what a simple thing it seemed, that vast yellow light sailing slowly behind my bars and which little by little the dense wall devoured, and finally eclipsed. And now its tranquil course was written on the walls, a radiance scored with shadow, then a brief quivering of leaves, if they were leaves, then that too went out, leaving me in the dark. How
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Samuel Beckett |
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Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.
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Samuel Beckett |
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Seen no matter how and said as seen. Dread of black. Of white. Of void. Let her vanish. And the rest. For good.
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moving-on
love
reflection
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Is there then no hope? Good gracious, no, heavens, what an idea! Just a faint one perhaps, but which will never serve. But one forgets.
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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.
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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. So that I was never disappointed, so to speak, whatever I did, in this domain. And these inseparable fools I indulged turn about, that they might understand their foolishness.
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life
change-your-life
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Samuel Beckett |
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You think you are simply resting, the better to act when the time comes, or for no reason, and you soon find yourself powerless ever to do anything again.
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Samuel Beckett |
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There at least is a first affirmation, I mean negation, on which to build.
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Samuel Beckett |
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astern receding land of brothers dimming lights mountain if I turn water roughening he falls I fall on my knees crawl forward clink of chains perhaps it's not me perhaps it's another perhaps it's another voyage confusion with another what isle what moon you say the thing you see the thoughts sometimes that go with it it disappears the voice goes on a few words it can stop it can go on depending on what it's not known it's not said
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Samuel Beckett |
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nwld jmy` mjnyn. wyZl lb`D kdhlk
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Samuel Beckett |
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Perhaps after all she put me in her rectum. A matter of complete indifference to me, I needn't tell you. But is it true love, in the rectum? That's what bothers me sometimes. Have I never known true love, after all?
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true-love
love
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Samuel Beckett |
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And I am perhaps confusing several different occasions, and different times, deep down, and deep down is my dwelling, oh not deepest down, somewhere between the mud and the scum.
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Samuel Beckett |
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White world, great trouble, not a sound, only the embers, sound of dying, dying glow
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Samuel Beckett |
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Weary with my weariness, white last moon, sole regret, not even. To be dead, before her, on her, with her, and turn, dead on dead, about poor mankind, and never have to die anymore, from among the living. Not even, not even that. My moon was here below, far below, the little I was able to desire. And one day, soon, soon, one earthlit night, beneath the earth, a dying being will say, like me, in the earthlight, Not even, not even that, and d..
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Samuel Beckett |
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HAMM Open the window. CLOV What for? HAMM I want to hear the sea. CLOV You wouldn't hear it. HAMM Even if you opened the window? CLOV No. HAMM Then it's not worth opening it? CLOV No. HAMM(violently) Then open it!
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