Digital Manuscript ProjectL'Innommable / The Unnamable

[2327] there must be murmurs, and listening,
someone listening, no need of an ear,
no need of a mouth, the voice listens, as
when it speaks, listens to its silence,
that makes a murmur, that makes a voice,
a small voice, the same voice only small,
it sticks in the throat, there's the throat again,
there's the mouth again, it fills the ear,
[2327] then I vomit, someone vomits, someone
begins to vomit again, that must be how
it happens, I have no explanations to
offer, [xx ]to nor to demand, the comma
will come where I'll drown for good and all,
then the silence, I believe in it this evening,
still this evening, how it lasts, that's all
right with me, perhaps it's springtime,
[2327] violets, no, that's autumn, there's a
time for everything, for the things that pass,
the things that end, they couldn't explain [ADDITION]Addition on page
46vthey could never
it to me[get] make me
understand that, [⁁] , the things that stir, depart,
return, a light changing, they could
[2327] never get me to see that, and death into
the bargain, a voice dying, that's a good
one, silence at last, not a murmur,
[xx] no air, no one listening, not for the
likes of me, [xxx] amen, on we go.
[2328.1] Enormous prison, like a hundred
thousand cathedrals, never anything
else any more, from this time forth,
and in it, somewhere, perhaps, riveted,
minute, the prisoner, how can he be found,
how false this space is, what [false] falseness
instantly, to want to [xxx] draw that round you,
pu introduce a being put a being there,
[2328.1] a cell would be enough, if I gave up,
if I could give up, before I began,
beginning, before beginning again,
what breathlessness, that's right,
ejaculations, that helps you go, that
puts off the fatal day, no, it's the other
way round, I don't know, [xxx] start again,
in this immensity, in this obscurity,
[2328.1] [go t] [xxx] [xxx] the [ADDITION]Addition on page
46vgo through the motions of starting
again, you who cannot stir, you who
never started, you the who, go through
the movements, what movements,
you can't stir, you launch your voice,
it [loses] itself it dies away in the vault
it calls that a vault, perhaps it's the
firmament, perhaps it's the abyss, those
[2328.1] are words, it speaks of a prison, that's
all right with me, vast enough for a
[whole] whole people, [or for] for me alone,
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L'Innommable / The Unnamable © 2013 Samuel Beckett Digital Manuscript Project.
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