
[1675] here and now the impressive list of them it is because I shall never
draw it up.
[1676] No, I shall never draw it up, yes, perhaps I shall.
[1677] And
then I should be sorry to give a wrong idea of my health which, if it
was not exactly rude, to the extent of my bursting with it, was at bottom
of an incredible robustness.
[1678] For otherwise how could I have reached the
enormous age I have reached.
[1679] Thanks to moral qualities?
[1680] Hygienic habits?
[1681] Fresh air?
[1682] Undernourishment?
[1683] Lack of sleep?
[1684] Solitude?
[1685] Persecution?
[1686] The long silent screams (dangerous to scream)?
[1687] The daily longing for
the earth to swallow me up?
[1688] Come come.
[1689] Fate is rancorous, but not to
that extent.
[1690] Look at Mama.
[1691] What rid me of her, in the end.
[1692] I sometimes
wonder.
[1693] Perhaps they buried her alive, it wouldn't surprise me.
[1694] Ah the
bitch, a nice dose she gave me, she and her lousy unconquerable genes.
[1695] Bristling with pimples ever since I was a baby, a fat lot of good that
did me.
[1696] The heart beats, and what a beat.
[1697] That my ureters — no, not
a word on that subject.
[1698] And the capsules.
[1699] And the bladder.
[1700] And the
urethra.
[1701] And the glans.
[1702] Santa Maria.
[1703] I give you my word, I can't
piss, my word of honour.
[1704] But my prepuce, sat bverbum, oozes urine, day
and night, at least I think it's urine, it smells of kidney.
[1705] What's
all this, I thought I had lost the sense of smell.
[1706] Can one speak of
pissing, under these conditions?
[1707] Rubbish!
[1708] My sweat too, and I sweat
all the time, has a queer smell.
[1709] I think it's in my dribble as well,
and God knows I dribble.
[1710] How I eliminate, to be sure, uremia will never
be the death of me.
[1711] Me too they would bury alive, in despair, if there
was any justice in the world.
[1712] And this list of my weak points which I
shall never make, for fear of being polished off, I shall perhaps, one
day, when the time comes for the inventory of my goods and chattels.
[1713] For that day, if it ever dawns, I shall be less afraid, of being polished
off, than I am today.
[1714] For today, if I do not feel precisely at the
beginning of my career, I have not the presumption either to think I
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