Synoptic Sentence View: Sentence 554
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L'Innommable Segment 554, version 1 (MS-HRC-SB-3-10, f. 20v)
Mais sa voix continuait à témoigner
pour lui, comme tressée tissée dans la mienne,
m'empêchant de trouver dire qui j' je j'étais
suis, ce que je suis j'étais, et puis de me
taire, de ne plus écouter.
L'Innommable Segment 554, version 2 (Minuit 1953, p. 45)
Mais sa voix continuait à témoigner pour lui, comme tissée dans la mienne, m'empêchant de dire qui j'étais, ce que j'étais, afin de pouvoir me taire, ne plus écouter.
The Unnamable Segment 554, version 3 (MS-HRC-SB-5-9-1, f. 22r)
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But his voice continued to testify for me, as though woven into mine, preventing me from saying who I was, what I was, so as to have done with saying, done with listening.
The Unnamable Segment 554, version 4 (MS-HRC-SB-5-10, f. 24r)
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But his voice continued to testify for me, as
though woven into mine, preventing me from saying who I was,
whart I was, so as to have done with saying, done with listening.
The Unnamable Segment 554, version 5 (MS-WU-MSS008-3-71, f. 23r)
But his voice continued to testify for me, as though woven into mine, preventing me from saying who I was, what I was, so as to have done with saying, done with listening.
The Unnamable Segment 554, version 6 (Grove Press 1958, p. 29)
But his voice continued to testify for me, as though woven into mine, preventing me from saying who I was, what I was, so as to have done with saying, done with listening.
L'Innommable Segment 554, version 7 (Minuit 1971, p. 38)
Mais sa voix continuait à témoigner pour lui, comme tissée dans la mienne, m'empêchant de dire qui j'étais, ce que j'étais, afin de pouvoir me taire, ne plus écouter.