Digital Manuscript ProjectL'Innommable / The Unnamable

[2183] him till he was dead, second verse, Then all the dogs came
crawling, And dug the dog a tomb, And wrote upon the tombstone,
For dogs and bitches to come, third verse, as the first,
fourth, as the second, fifth, as the third, give us time, give
us time and we'll be a multitude, a thousand, ten thousand,
there's no lack of room, adeste, adeste, all ye living bastards,
[2183] you'll be all right, you'll see, you'll never be born again,
what am I saying, you'll never have been born, and bring
your brats, our hell will be heaven to them, after what you've
done to them.
[2184] But come to think of it are we not already a
goodly company, what right have I to flatter myself I'm the
first, first in time I mean of course, there are some more
questions,please God they don't take the fancy to answer them.
[2185] What can they be hatching anyhow, at this late hour?[2186] Can it
be they are resolved at last to seize me by the horns?[2187] Looks
like it.[2188] In that case tableau any minute.
[2189] Oyez, oyez, I was
like them, before being like me, oh the swine, that's one I
won't get over in a hurry, no matter, no matter, the charge
is sounded, present arms, corpse, to your guns, spermatozoon.
[2190] I too, weary of pleading an incomprehensible cause, at six and
eightpence the thousand flowers of rhetoric, let myslef drop among
the contumacious, nice image that, telescoping space, it must
be the Pulitzer Prize, they're trying to bore me to sleep, at
long range, for fear I might defend myself, they want to catch
me alive, so as to be able to kill me, thus I shall have lived,
they think I'm alive, what a business, were there but a cadaver
it would smack of body-snatching, not in a womb either, the
[2190] slut has yet to menstruate capable of whelping me, that should
singularly restrict the field of research, a sperm dying, of cold,
in the sheets, wagging feebly its little tail, perhaps
I'm a drying sperm, in the sheets of an innocent boy, even that
takes time, not a stone must be left unturned, one mustn't
be afraid of making a howler, how can one know it is one before it's
made, and one it most certainly is, now that it's irrevocable,
for the good reason, here's another, here comes another, unless it
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