Synoptic Sentence View: Sentence 2315

L'Innommable Segment 2315, version 1 (MS-HRC-SB-4-1, f. 61v)

Non, je ne le ferai pas, comme si ça dépendait de moi, je ne chercherai pas ma demeure, je ne sais pas ce que je ferai, elle serait déjà occupée, quelqu'un y serait déjà, quelqu'un de bien bas, il ne voudrait pas de moi, je le dérangerais, qu'est-ce que je vais pouvoir dire à présent, je vais me le demander, je vais me poser des questions, c'est un bon bouche-trou, non pas que je risque de me taire, alors pourquoi tant d'histoires, c'est ça, des questions, j'en connais des quantités, je dois en connaître, et puis il y a les projets, dire ce qu'on va dire faute de questions il y a les projets, dire ce qu'on va dire et ce qu'on ne va pas dire, ça n'engage à rien et le mauvais moment passe, tout d'un coup on s'entend en train de parler d'on ne sait trop quoi comme si on n'avait jamais fait autre chose, et en effet, jamais parlé d'autre chose, on revient de loin, c'est là qu' ^où il faudrait être, c'est là où on est, loin d'ici, loin de tout, si je pouvais le décrire, moi qui réussis si bien dans la cosmologie topographie, c'est ça, des aspirations, faute de projets il y a les aspirations, c'est un truc à prendre, il faut parler lentement, Si seulement je le pouvais, ça vous laisse le temps de chercher ^{de respirer}, c'est bien le diable s'il ne vous remonte pas une petite envie dans l'arrière-gorge, il n'y a plus qu'à faire semblant de ^paraître vouloir lui donner satisfaction, ça peut mener loin, sur des chemins battus à souhait, on s'y croise souvent, ^{quelqu'un s'y croise,} si seulement on le savait, on se retourne, l'autre aussi, on le plaint ^pleure, il vous plaint ^pleure, c'est du plus haut tragique, ça vaut mieux que de rire.

L'Innommable Segment 2315, version 2 (Minuit 1953, p. 234)

Non, je ne le ferai pas, qu'est-ce que je ne ferai pas, comme si ça dépendait de moi, je ne chercherai plus ma demeure, je ne sais pas ce que je ferai, elle serait déjà occupée, quelqu'un y serait déjà, quelqu'un de bien bas, il ne voudrait pas de moi, je le comprends, je le dérangerais, qu'est-ce que je vais pouvoir dire à présent, je vais me le demander, je vais me poser des questions, c'est un bon bouche-trou, non pas que je risque de me taire, alors pourquoi tant d'histoires, c'est ça, des questions, j'en connais des millions, je dois en connaître, et puis il y a les projets, faute de questions il y a les projets, dire ce qu'on va dire et ce qu'on ne va pas dire, ça n'engage à rien et le mauvais moment passe, il tombe raide mort, tout d'un coup on s'entend en train de parler d'on ne sait quoi comme si on n'avait jamais fait autre chose, et en effet, jamais parlé d'autre chose, on revient de loin, c'est là où il faudrait être, c'est là où on est, loin d'ici, loin de tout, si je pouvais y aller, si je pouvais le décrire, moi qui réussis si bien dans la topographie, c'est ça, des aspirations, faute de projets il y a les aspirations, c'est un truc à prendre, il faut parler lentement, Si seulement je pouvais, ça vous laisse le temps, c'est bien le diable s'il ne vous remonte pas une petite envie dans l'arrière-gorge, il n'y a plus qu'à paraître vouloir la combler, ça peut mener loin, sur des chemins battus à souhait, on s'y croise souvent, quelqu'un s'y croise, si seulement on le savait, c'est ça, des aspirations, on se retourne, l'autre aussi, on le pleure, il vous pleure, c'est du plus haut tragique, ça vaut mieux que de rire.

The Unnamable Segment 2315, version 3 (MS-HRC-SB-5-9-3, f. 35r)

No, I won't do it, what won't I do, as if that depended on me, I won't seek my dwelling any more, I don't know what I'll do, it would be occupied already, there would be someth somebody there already, someone someone there already, someone far gone, he wouldn't want anything me, I understand him, I'd disturb him, what xxx xxx xxx can I say now, am I going to say now, I'm going to ask x myself, I'm going to ask myself questions, that's a good stopgap, not that I'm in any danger of going silent, then why all this fuss, that's right, questions, I know millions, I must know millions, and then there are plans, when questions fail there are always plans, you say what you'll say and what you won't say, it doesn't commit you to anything and the evil moment passes, it drops dead, suddenly you hear yourself talking about god knows what as if you had never done anything else all ^your life, and you never have, never talked about anything else, you come back from a far place, back from the dead, that's where you ought to be, that's where you are, far from here, far from everything, if I could go there, if I could describe, I who am so successful with xxx topography, that's right, aspirations, when plans fail there are always aspirations, it's a knack, you must ta say it slowly, If only I could, that gives you time, time for a little longing ^{lump of longing} to rise up in the back x of your gullet, nothing remains but to seem to want to appease it, xxx there's no knowing where that may lead you, on tracks as beaten as the xxx day is long, often you pass yourself by, someone passes himself by, if only you knew, that's right, aspirations, you turn and look after behind you, the other too, you xxx weep for him, he weeps for you, it's low tragedy uproariously tragic sad, anything better than laughter, better that than laughter.

The Unnamable Segment 2315, version 4 (MS-HRC-SB-5-10, f. EXTRACT2-02r)

No, I won't do it, what won't I do, as if that depended on me, I won't seek my dwelling-place ^home any more, I don't know what I'll do, it would be occupied already, there would be someone there already, someone far gone, he wouldn't want me, I can understand him, I'd disturb him, what am I going to say now, I'm going to ask myself, I'm going to ask questions, that's a good stopgap, not that I'm in any danger of stopping, then why all this fuss, that's right, questions, I know millions, I must know millions, and then there are plans, when questions fail there are always plans, you say what you'll say and what you won't say, that doesn't commit you to anything and the evil moment passes, it drops stone dead, suddenly you hear yourself talking about god knows what as if you had done nothing else all your life, and neither have you, you come back from a far place, back to life, that's where you should be, that's where you are, far from here, far from everything, if I could only go there, if I could only describe it, I who am so good at topography, that's right, aspirations, when plans fail there are always aspirations, it's a knack, you must say it slowly, If only this, if only that, that gives you time, time for a cud loning ^of longing to rise up in the back of your gullet, nothing remains but to look as if you enjoyed chewing it, there's no knowing where that may lead you, on tracks as beaten as the day is long, often you pass yourself by, someone passes himself by, if only you knew, that's right, aspirations, you turn and look behind you, so does the other, you weep for him, he weeps for you, it's screamingly sad, better that than laughter.

The Unnamable Segment 2315, version 5 (MS-HRC-TQ-2-18-1, f. 02r)

No, I won't do it, what won't I do, as if that depended on me, I won't seek my dwelling-^-place any more, I don't know what I'll do, it would be occupied already, there would be someone there already, someone far gone, he wouldn't want me, I can understand him, I'd disturb him, what am I going to say now, I'm going to ask myself, I'm going to ask questions, that's a good stopgap, not that I'm in any danger of stopping, then why all this fuss, that's right, questions, I know millions, I must know millions, and then there are plans, when questions fail there are always plans, you say what you'll say and what you won't say, that doesn't commit you to anything and the evil moment passes, it drops stone dead, suddenly you y^hear yourself talking about god knows what as if you had done nothing else all your life, and neither have you, you come back from a far place, back to life, that's where you should be, that's where you are, far from here, far from everything, if I could only go there, if I could only describe it, I who am so good at topography, that's right, aspirations, when plans fail there are always aspirations, it's a knack, you must say it slowly, If only this, if only that, that gives you time, time for a cud loning ^of longing to rise up in the back of your gullet, nothing remains but to look as if you enjoyed chewing it, there's no knowing where that may lead you, on tracks as beaten as the day is long, often you pass yourself by, someone passes himself by, if only you knew, that's right, aspirations, you turn and look behind you, so does the other, you weep for him, he weeps for you, it's screamingly sad, better that than laughter.

The Unnamable Segment 2315, version 6 (MS-HRC-TQ-2-18-2, f. 03r)

No, I won't do it, what won't I do, as if that depended on me, I won't seek my dwelling-^-place any more, I don't know what I'll do, it would be occupied already, there would be someone there already, someone far gone, he wouldn't want me, I can understand him, I'd disturb him, what am I going to say now, i^I'm going to ask myself, I'm going to ask questions, that's a good stopgap, not that I'm in any danger of stopping, then why all this fuss, that's right, questions, I know millions, I must know millions, and then there are plans, when questions fail there are always plans, you say what you'll say and what you won't say, that doesn't commit you to anything and the evil moment passes, it drops stone dead, suddenly you hear yourself talking about god knows what as if you had done nothing else all your life, and neither have you, you come back from a far place, back to life, that's where you should be, that's where you are, far from here, far from everything, if I could only go there, if I could only describe it, I who am so good at topography, that's right, aspirations, when plans fail there are always aspirations, it's a knack, you must say it slowly, If only this, if only that, that gives you time, time for a cud of longing to rise up in the back of your gullet, nothing remains but to look as if you enjoyed chewing it, there's no knowing where that m^ay lead you, on tracks as beaten as the day is long, often you pass yourself by, someone passes himself by, if only you knew, that's right, aspirations, you turn and look behind you, so does the other, you weep for him, he weeps for you, it's screamingly sad, better that than laughter.

The Unnamable Segment 2315, version 7 (MS-HRC-TQ-2-18-3, f. 02r)

No, I won't do it, what won't I do, as if that depended on me, I won't seek my dwelling-place any more, I don't know what I'll do, it would be occupied already, there would be someone there already, someone far gone, he wouldn't want me, I can understand him, I'd disturb him, what am I going to say now, I'm going to ask myself, I'm going to ask questions, that's a good stopgap, not that I'm in any danger of stopping, then why all this fuss, that's right, questions, I know millions, I must know millions, and then there are plans, when questions fail there are always plans, you say what you'll say and what you won't say, that doesn't commit you to anything and the evil moment passes, it drops stone dead, suddenly you hear yourself talking about god knows what as if you had done nothing else all your life, and neither have you, you come back from a far place, back to life, that's where you should be, that's where you are, far from here, far from everything, if I could only go there, if I could only describe it, I who am so good at topography, that's right, aspirations, when plans fail there are always aspirations, it's a knack, you must say it slowly, If only this, if only that, that gives you time, time for a cud of longing to rise up in the back of your gullet, nothing remains but to look as if you enjoyed chewing it, there's no knowing where that may lead you, on tracks as beaten as the day is long, often you pass yourself by, someone passes himself by, if only you knew, that's right, aspirations, you turn and look behind you, so does the other, you weep for him, he weeps for you, it's screamingly sad, better that than laughter.

The Unnamable Segment 2315, version 8 (Texas Quarterly, p. 130)

No, I won't do it, what won't I do, as if that depended on me, I won't seek my dwelling-place any more, any more, I don't know what I'll do, it would be occupied already, there would be someone there already, some- one far gone, he wouldn't want me, I can understand him, I'd disturb him, what am I going to say now, I'm going to ask myself, I'm going to ask questions, that's a good stopgap, not that I'm in any danger of stopping, then why all this fuss, that's right, questions, I know millions, I must know millions, and then there are plans, when questions fail there are always plans, you say what you'll say and what you won't say, that doesn't commit you to anything and the evil moment passes, it drops stone dead, suddenly you hear yourself talking about god knows what as if you had done nothing else all your life, and neither have you, you come back from a far place, back to life, that's where you should be, that's where you are, far from here, far from everything, if I could only go there, if I could only describe it, I who am so good at topography, that's right, aspirations, when plans fail there are always aspirations, it's a knack, you must say it slowly, If only this, if only that, that gives you time, time for a cud of longing to rise up in the back of your gullet, nothing remains but to look as if you enjoyed chewing it, there's no knowing where that may lead you, on tracks as beaten as the day is long, often you pass yourself by, someone passes himself by, if only you knew, that's right, aspirations, you turn and look behind you, so does the other, you weep for him, he weeps for you, it's screamingly sad, better that than laughter.

The Unnamable Segment 2315, version 9 (MS-WU-MSS008-3-71, f. 126r)

No, I won't do it, what won't I do, as if ta^hat depended on me, I won't seek my home any more, I don't know what I'll do, it would be occupied already, there would be someone there already, someone far gone, he wouldn't want me, I can understand him, I'd disturb him, what am I going to say now, I'm going to ask myself, I'm going to ask questions, that's a good stopgap, not that I'm in any danger of stopping, then why all this fuss, that's right, questions, I know millions, I must know millions, and then there are plans, when questions fail there are alwat^ys plans, you say what you'll say and what you won't say, that doesn't commit you to anything and the evil moment passes, it drops stone dead, suddenly you hear yourself talking about God knows what as if you had done nothing else all your life, and neither have you, you come back from a far place, back to life, ther that's where you should be, where you are, far from here, far from everything, if only I could go there, if only I could describe it, I who am so good at topography, that's right, aspirations, when plans fail there are always aspirations, it's a knack, you must say it slowly, If only this, if only that, that gives you time, time for a cud of longing to rise up in the back of your gullet, nothing remains but to look as if [^|] you enjoyed chewing it, there's no knowing where that may lead you, on tracks as beaten as the day is long, often you pass yourself by, someone passes himself by, if only you knew, that's right, aspirations, you turn and look behind you, so does the other, you weep for him, he weeps for you, it's screamingly sad, anything rather than laughter.

The Unnamable Segment 2315, version 10 (Grove Press 1958, p. 159)

No, I won't do it, what won't I do, as if that depended on me, I won't seek my home any more, I don't know what I'll do, it would be occupied already, there would be someone there already, someone far gone, he wouldn't want me, I can understand him, I'd disturb him, what am I going to say now, I'm going to ask myself, I'm going to ask questions, that's a good stop-gap, not that I'm in any danger of stopping, then why all this fuss, that's right, questions, I know millions, I must know millions, and then there are plans, when questions fail there are always plans, you say what you'll say and what you won't say, that doesn't commit you to anything and the evil moment passes, it drops stone dead, suddenly you hear yourself talking about God knows what as if you had done nothing else all your life, and neither have you, you come back from a far place, back to life, that's where you should be, where you are, far from here, far from everything, if only I could go there, if only I could describe it, I who am so good at topography, that's right, aspirations, when plans fail there are always aspirations, it's a knack, you must say it slowly, If only this, if only that, that gives you time, time for a cud of longing to rise up in the back of your gullet, nothing remains but to look as if you enjoyed chewing it, there's no knowing where that may lead you, on tracks as beaten as the day is long, often you pass yourself by, someone passes himself by, if only you knew, that's right, aspirations, you turn and look behind you, so does the other, you weep for him, he weeps for you, it's screamingly sad, anything rather than laughter.

L'Innommable Segment 2315, version 11 (Minuit 1971, p. 190)

Non, je ne le ferai pas, qu'est-ce que je ne ferai pas, comme si ça dépendait de moi, je ne chercherai plus ma demeure, je ne sais pas ce que je ferai, elle serait déjà occupée, quelqu'un y serait déjà, quelqu'un de bien bas, il ne voudrait pas de moi, je le comprends, je le dérangerais, qu'est-ce que je vais pouvoir dire à présent, je vais me le demander, je vais me poser des questions, c'est un bon bouche-trou, non pas que je risque de me taire, alors pourquoi tant d'histoires, c'est ça, des questions, j'en connais des millions, je dois en connaître, et puis il y a les projets, faute de questions il y a les projets, dire ce qu'on va dire et ce qu'on ne va pas dire, ça n'engage à rien et le mauvais moment passe, il tombe raide mort, tout d'un coup on s'entend en train de parler d'on ne sait quoi comme si on n'avait jamais fait autre chose, et en effet, jamais parlé d'autre chose, on revient de loin, c'est là où il faudrait être, c'est là où on est, loin d'ici, loin de tout, si je pouvais y aller, si je pouvais le décrire, moi qui réussis si bien dans la topographie, c'est ça, des aspirations, faute de projets il y a les aspirations, c'est un truc à prendre, il faut parler lentement, Si seulement je pouvais, ça vous laisse le temps, c'est bien le diable s'il ne vous remonte pas une petite envie dans l'arrière-gorge, il n'y a plus qu'à paraître vouloir la combler, ça peut mener loin, sur des chemins battus à souhait, on s'y croise souvent, quelqu'un s'y croise, si seulement on le savait, c'est ça, des aspirations, on se retourne, l'autre aussi, on le pleure, il vous pleure, c'est du plus haut tragique, ça vaut mieux que de rire.