Samuel Beckett
Digital Manuscript Project
Not I / Pas moi

MS-UoR-1227-7-12-3

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[0023] ...all that...all at once...imagine...body like gone...
[0024]only a face...lips...cheeks...jaws...never still a
second...mouth on fire...words streaming out...in her
zear...practically in her ear...and not hearing the half...
not the quarter...doesn't know what she's saying...imagine...
no idea what she's saying!...
[0025]all thzat together...trying to
hear...pievce it together...and the brain...raving away ion
its own...trying to [ù]make sense of it...

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[0026]or in the apast...
bringing up the past...flashes from all over...stanfding
waiting for the bag...odds and ends of walks...walking all
her days...stop and stare into space...the one time she
cried...since she could remember...old woman already...
sitting looking staring at her had... hand...in her lap...palm
upward...suddenly wet...tears presumably...hers presumably...
no one else for miles...sat and watched them dry...all over
in a second...

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[0027]or snatching at crumbs...the brain...flickering
away on its own...one look and on...on to the next...bad as
the voice...worse...as little sense...all that at once...
can't - ...what?...the buzzing...yes...on top of all the
buzzing...dull roar like falls...and the ray...flickering
on and off...starting to move around...like moonbeam but
not...all part of the same...keep an eye on that too...
head doesn't move but eyes...oh very much so...hundred
degrees at least...

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