Digital Manuscript ProjectMalone meurt / Malone Dies

[0569] And all alone, well hidden, I have
played the fool, all alone, for hours on
end, motionless, often standing, spell-
bound, groaning.
[0570] That's right, groan.
[0571] I was not able to play.
[0572] I [cir ci] turned
till I was dizzy, clapped my hands, ran,
shouted, saw myself losing, saw myself
winning, rejoicing, lamenting.
[0573] Then
suddenly I threw myself on the paraphernalia
playthings, if there were any, to destroy
them, or on a child, to change his joy
to howling, or I fled, I ran away and
hid.
[0578] And earnestly gravely I live to be earnest grave no more,
to live, to invent, I know what I mean.
[0579] But at each fresh attempt I [lose] lost my
head, fled to my shadows as to sanctuary,
to the lap of him his lap [who] can neither
life nor suffer to see others living the
sight of others living.
[0580] Life.
[0581] I speak of
living without knowing what it means.
[0582] I tried to live without knowing what I
was trying.
[0583] Perhaps I have lived after all,
without knowing it.
[0584] I wonder why I speak
of all this.
[0585] Ah yes, to relieve the tedium.
[0586] Live and make live. cause to live.
[0587] The days
of the indictment of words are over.No more There is no use now indicting words.
The days of the indictment of words are
over.
[0591] I never met a fellow man being.
[0592] I have no time to explain.
[0593] I began
again.
[0594] But little by little with an different
end in view.
[0595] I no longer wish to succeed, but
I wish[ed] fail.
[0596] Nuance.
[0597] My object What I sought, when I
struggled out of my hole, then in the stinging
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