Digital Manuscript ProjectL'Innommable / The Unnamable

[0466] out, with my eyes my hair, without leaving a trace, fallen so
far so deep that I heard nothing, perhaps are falling still,
my hair slowly like soot still, of the fall of my ears heard
nothing.[0467] No need, I feel my mean soul still, [⁁]Mean words, and needless, from the mean old spirit, I invented love,
music, the smell of flowering currant, to escape from me.
[0468]
Oergans, a without, it's it's easy to imagine, others, a gGod, it's
unavoidable, you imagine them, it's easy, the trouble dies worst is dulled,
away, you doze away, an instant.[0469] Yes, God, fomenter of calm, I n
never believed, not an instant.[0470] I shall make no more pauses
either.[0471] Can I keep nothing then, nothing of what has carried borne
my poor thouhgts , bent beneath my words, while I hid?
[0472] I shall I'll
dry thes e these streaming sockets too, bung them [⁁]up, there, it's
done, no more tears, I'm a book big talking ball, talking about
things that do not exist, or that exist perhaps, that is impossible to know, not
beside the point.[0473] Ah yes, quick let me change my tune.[0474] And after
all why a ball, rather than something else, and why big?
[0475] Why
not a cylinder, a small cylinder?[0476] An egg, a medium-sized egg?
[0477] No no, that's the old nonsense, I always knew I was round, solid
and round, without daring to say so, smooth and whole no asperities,, no apert- openings
ures, invisible perhaps, or as vast as Sirius in the Great Dog,
these expressions mean nothing.
[0478] All that matters is for me to that I am
be hard[ 2] and round[ 1], there are certainly must be reasons for that, for
my being hard[ 2] and round[ 1] rather than of some irregular shape and
liable subject to the dents and bulges caused by the various kinds of incident to shock
collision, but I have done with reasons.All the rest can be I renounce
discarded, including this ridiculous black which I thought for
a moment worthier than grey to enfold me.
[0479] All the rest can be I renounce
discarded, including this ridiculous black which I thought for
a moment worthier than grey to enfold me.
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L'Innommable / The Unnamable © 2013 Samuel Beckett Digital Manuscript Project.
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