Digital Manuscript ProjectL'Innommable / The Unnamable

[2326.1] rather call doors, at least by some other name, and this word
man which is perhaps not the right one for the thing I see when
I hear it, [2326.2] but an instant, an hour, and so on, how can they
be represented, a life, how could they make that clear to me,
here, in the dark, I call that the dark, perhaps it's azure,
blank words, but I use them, they keep coming, all those they
showed me, all those I remember, I need them all, to be able to
go on, it's a lie, a score would do, tried and trusty, unfor-
[2326.2] gettable, nicely varied, that would be palette enough, I'd mix
them, I'd vary them, that would be gamut enough, all the things
I'd do if I could, if I wished, if I could wish, no need to wish,
that's how it will end, in heartrending cries, inarticulate
murmurs, to be invented, as I go along, improvised, as I groan
along, I'll laugh, that's how it will end, in a chuckle, chuck
chuck, ow, ha, pah, I'll practise, nyum, hoo, plop, pss, nothing
but emotion, bing, bang, that's blows,
[2326.2] ugh, pooh, what else, ooh, aah, that's love, enough, it's tiring,
heehee, that's the Abderite's ribs, no, the other's, in the
end, it's the end, the ending end, it's the silence, a few gurgles
on the silence, the real silence, not the one where I macerate
up to the mouth, up to the ear, that covers me, uncovers me,
breathes with me, like a cat with a mouse, that of the drowned,
[2326.3] [⁁] I've drowned, more than once, it wasn't I, I have suffocated, set fire
to me, thumped on my head with wood and iron, it wasn't I, there
[2326.3] was no head, no iron, I didn't do anything to me, I didn't do
anything to anyone, no one did anything to me, there is no one,
no wood, I've looked, no one but me, no, not me either, I've
looked everywhere, there must be someone, the voice must belong
to someone, that's all right with me, what it wants I want, I
am it, I've said so, it says so, from time to time it says so,
then it says not, that's all right with me, I want it to go
silent, it wants to go silent, it can't, it does for a second,
[2326.3] then it starts again, that's not the real silence, it says
that's not the real silence, what can be said of the real silence,
I don't know, that I don't know what it is, that there is no such
thing, that perhaps there is such a thing, yes, that perhaps
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L'Innommable / The Unnamable © 2013 Samuel Beckett Digital Manuscript Project.
Editors: Dirk Van Hulle, Shane Weller and Vincent Neyt