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[0832] to arrive.[0833] I did not particularly want had no particular wish to arrive, but I had to
do my utmost, in order to arrive.[0834] A desirable goal, no, I never
had time to dwell on that.[0835] To go on, I call that on, to go on
and get on has been my only care, if not always in a straight
line, at least in obedience to the figure assigned to me.[0836] There
was never any room in my life for anything else.[0837] Still Mahood
speaking.[0838] Never once have I stopped.[0839] My halts do not count.
[0840] Their
purpose was to enable me to go on.[0841] I did not use them to brood
on my lot, but to rub myself as best I might with Elliman's
Embrocation, for example, or to give mself an injection of laud-
anum, no easy matters for a man with only one leg.[0842] Often the cry
went up, He's down! But in reality I had sunk to the ground of
my own free will, in order to be free rid of my crutches and have
both hands free available to minister to myself in peace and comfort.
[0843] Ad-
mittedly it is difficult, for a man with but one leg, to sink
to earth in the full force of the expression, partcicularly when
he is weak in the head and when the remaining sole surviving leg is flabby flaccid for
want of exercise, or from excess iof it.[0844] The simplest then is to
fling aside the crutches and collapse.[0845] That is what I did.[0846] They
were therefore right in saying I had fallen, they were not far
wrong.
[0847] I have also been known to fall involuntarily, but not
often, an old warrior like me, you can well imagine, he isn't often
known to fall involuntarily, he lets himself fall in time.[0847|001] But
have it any way you like. But have it any way you like.[0848] Up or
down, taking my remedies anodynes, waiting for the pain to get better abate,
panting to be on my way again, I stopped, if you insist, but not
in the sense they meant when they said, He's stopped again, he'll
never arrive.
[0849] When I penetrate into that house, if I ever do,
it will be to go on turning, faster and faster, more and more convulsive, like a constipated dog, or one
sufferoing from worms, overturning the furnitruure, in the midst
of my familty all trying to embrace me at once, iuntil by virtue
of a su^preme spasm I am catapulted in the opposite direction and
hgradually leave backwards, without having said good-evening.I must
really lend myself to this story a little longer, there may just
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