Samuel Beckett
Digital Manuscript Project
Malone meurt / Malone Dies

MS-WU-MSS008-2-47

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[1375] ways done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I
am, nor if I am.
[1376] Yes, a little creature, I shall try and make a
little creature, to hold in my arms, a little creature in my image,
no matter what I say.
[1377] And seeing what a poor thing I have made, or
how like myself, I shall eat it.
[1378] Then be alone a long time, un-
happy, not knowing what my prayer should be, nor to whom.

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[place = inline] [][1379] I have taken a long time to find him again, but I have found
him [place = inline] . again. [place = margin left] []
[1380] How did I know it was [place = inline] [] he? [place = supralinear] he, [1381] [place = supralinear] I don't know. [1382] And what can have changed him
so?
[1383] Life perhaps, the struggle to love, to eat, to escape the
redressr [place = overwritten] e [place = inline] [] [place = surpalinear] ee [place = overwritten] r [place = inline] [] [place = supralinear] rs of wrongs.
[1384] I slip into him, I suppose in the hope of
learning something.
[1385] But it is a stratum, strata, without debris or
vestiges.
[1386] But before I am done I shall find traces of what was.
[1387] I ran him down in the heart of the town, sitting on a bench. [1389] How
did I know it was he?
[1390] The eyes perhaps.

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[1391] No, I don't know how I knew,
I'll take back nothing.
[1392] Perhaps it is not he. [1393] No mattern [place = overwritten] , [1394] he is mine
now,
[1395] living flesh and needless to say male, living with that even-
ing life which is like a convalescence, if my memories are mine,
and which you savour doddering about in the wake of the fitful sun,
or deeper than the dead, in the corridors of the underground rail-
way
[1396] and the press [place = inline] [] [place = margin left] stink [place = margin left] stench [ [place = supralinear] stench] of their harassed mobs scurrying from cradle to
grave to get to the right place at the right time.

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[1397] What more do I
want?
[1398] Yes, those were the days, quick to night and well beguiled
with the search for warmth and reasonably edible scraps.
[1399] And you
imagine it will be so till the end.
[1400] B [place = overwritten] But suddenly all begins to
rage and roar again, you are lost in forests of high threshing
ferns or whirled far out on the face of wind-swept wastes, till

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