Synoptic Sentence View: Sentence 2560
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Molloy Segment 2560, version 1 (MS-HRC-SB-4-7, f. 09r)
je me promenais dans mon esprit, lentement, notant chaque détail du labyrinthe, aux sentiers aussi familiers que ceux de mon jardin, et pourtant toujours nouveaux, déserts à souhai souhait ou animés d'étranges rencontres.
Molloy Segment 2560, version 2 (Minuit 1951, p. 164)
Je me promenais dans mon esprit, lentement, notant chaque détail du labyrinthe, aux sentiers aussi familiers que ceux de mon jardin et cependant toujours nouveaux, déserts à souhait ou animés d'étranges rencontres.
Molloy Segment 2560, version 3 (Minuit 1953, p. 164)
Je me promenais dans mon esprit, lentement, notant chaque détail du labyrinthe, aux sentiers aussi familiers que ceux de mon jardin et cependant toujours nouveaux, déserts à souhait ou animés d'étranges rencontres.

Molloy Segment 2560, version 4 (MS-WU-MSS008-3-50-2, f. 18r)
I wandered in my mind, slowly, noting every detail of the labyrinth, its paths as familiar as those of my garden and yet ever new, as empty as the heart could wish or alive with strange encounters.
Molloy Segment 2560, version 5 (Olympia 1955, p. 144)
I wandered in my mind, slowly, noting every detail of the labyrinth, its paths as familiar as those of my garden and yet ever new, as empty as the heart could wish or alive with strange encounters.
Molloy Segment 2560, version 6 (Grove Press 1955, p. 144)
I wandered in my mind, slowly, noting every detail of the labyrinth, its paths as familiar as those of my garden and yet ever new, as empty as the heart could wish or alive with strange encounters.
Molloy Segment 2560, version 7 (Olympia and Grove Press 1959, p. 141)
I wandered in my mind, slowly, noting every detail of the labyrinth, its paths as familiar as those of my garden and yet ever new, as empty as the heart could wish or alive with strange encounters.
Molloy Segment 2560, version 8 (Minuit 1971, p. 176)
Je me promenais dans mon esprit, lentement, notant chaque détail du labyrinthe, aux sentiers aussi familiers que ceux de mon jardin et cependant toujours nouveaux, déserts à souhait ou animés d'étranges rencontres.