Synoptic Sentence View: Sentence 712

Malone meurt Segment 712, version 1 (MS-HRC-SB-7-2, f. 87r)

Je retourne encore au jour, aux champs que j'aurais tant voulu aimer, au ciel où courent de petits nuages blancs et légers comme des flocons, à la vie que je n'ai pas su prendre, par ma faute peut-être, par manque de patience, ou par petitesse, mais je ne crois pas.

Malone meurt Segment 712, version 2 (Minuit 1951, p. 44)

Je retourne encore au jour, aux champs que j'aurais tant voulu aimer, au ciel où courent de petits nuages blancs et légers comme des flocons, à la vie que je n'ai pas su prendre, par ma faute peut-être, par orgueil ou par petitesse, mais je ne crois pas.

Malone Dies Segment 712, version 3 (MS-TCD-4662, f. 22v)

I return to the ligh go back again to the light, to the fields I so longed to love, to the sky all abustle with little clouds as white and light as snowflakes, to the life I could never take the right way through my own fault perhaps, through pride or pettiness, but I don't think so.

Malone Dies Segment 712, version 4 (MS-WU-MSS008-2-47, f. 29r)

I go back again to the light, to the fields I so longed to love, to the sky all astir with little white clouds as white and light as snowflakes, to the life I could never manage, through my own fault perhaps, through pride, or pettiness, but I don't think so.

Malone Dies Segment 712, version 5 (MS-HRC-SB-4-3, f. 29r)

I go back again to the light, to the fields I so longed to love, to the sky all astir with little white clouds as white and light as snowflakes, to the life I could never manage, through my own fault perhaps, through pride, or pettiness, but I don't think so.

Malone Dies Segment 712, version 6 (MS-UoR-1227-7-11-1, f. 29r)

I go back again to the light, to the fields I so longed to love, to the sky all astir with little white clouds as white and light as snowflakes, to the life I could never manage, through my own fault perhaps, through pride, or pettiness, but I don't think so.

Malone Dies Segment 712, version 7 (Grove Press 1956, p. 23)

I go back again to the light, to the fields I so longed to love, to the sky all astir with little white clouds as white and light as snowflakes, to the life I could never manage, through my own fault perhaps, through pride, or pettiness, but I don't think so.

Malone meurt Segment 712, version 8 (Minuit 1971, p. 40)

Je retourne encore au jour, aux champs que j'aurais tant voulu aimer, au ciel où courent de petits nuages blancs et légers comme des flocons, à la vie que je n'ai pas su prendre, par ma faute peut-être, par orgueil ou par petitesse, mais je ne crois pas.