Digital Manuscript ProjectMalone meurt / Malone Dies

[0543] house, with his books under his arm, on
the pretext that he worked better in the
open air, no, without explanation.
[0544] Once
clear of the town he hid his books under a
stone and wandered about the country.
[0545] It was the season when the labours of the
peasants reach their climax and when the
long bright days are too short for all there
is to do.
[0546] And often in the moonlight a And often they
last journey was made between the
fields, perhaps far away,
took advantage of the moon to make a
last journey between the fields, perhaps
far aw away, and the barn or threshing-
floor, or to overhaul the machines and
get them ready for the imminent dawn.
[0547] The imminent dawn.
[0553] They have always xx been
more than I could bear, all of them,
no, I don't mean that, I watched them, groaning with
move about, groaning with
tedium I watched them come and go,
then I killed them, or put myself in their
place, or fled.
[0554] I feel within me the glow
of that old frenzy, but I know it will
set me on fire no more.
[0555] I stop everything and
wait.
[0556] Sapo stands motionless on one leg,
his strange eyes closed.
[0557] The turmoil of the day's turmoil freezes in a
daythousand
thousand ridiculous postures.
[0558] The little
cloud in transit before their glorious sun
will darken the earth as long as I please.
[0559] Live and invent.
[0560] I have tried.
[0561] I must have tried.
[0562] Invent.
[0563] It is not the
right word.
[0564] Neither is live.
[0565] No matter.
[0566] I have tried.
[0567] While within me the wild
beast of earnestness paced its cage, ravening,
roaring, lacerating.
[0568] I have done that.
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Malone meurt / Malone Dies © 2017 Samuel Beckett Digital Manuscript Project.
Editors: Dirk Van Hulle, Pim Verhulst and Vincent Neyt