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Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any m...
Extraordinary how mathematics help you to know yourself.
ESTRAGON: Do you think God sees me? VLADIMIR: You must close your eyes. Estragon closes his eyes, staggers worse. ESTRAGON: (stopping, brandishing his fists, at the top of his voice.) God have pity o...
Dünyadaki gözyaşı miktarı sabittir. Ağlamaya başlayan biri için, bir yerlerde bir başkası keser ağlamayı. Aynı şey gülmek için de geçerlidir. (Güler.) Bizim kuşak için kötü şeyler söylemeyelim öyleyse...
But the passenger, having named the place he wants to go and knowing himself as helpless to act on the course of events as the dark box that encloses him, abandons himself to the pleasant feeling of b...
Boys my age with whom, in spite of everything, I was obliged to mix occasionally, mocked me.
And yet sometimes it seems to me I am there, among the incriminated scenes, tottering under the attributes peculiar to the lords of creation ... Yes, more than once I almost took myself for the other,...
All is tedious, in this relation that is forced upon me.
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.
You, my body, my mind...one must go.
You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without t...
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone. In a way. I love to get up and move about in it, then back here to . . . me.
There at least is a first affirmation, I mean negation, on which to build.
There I am then back in the saddle, in my numbed heart a prick of misgiving, like one dying of cancer obliged to consult his dentist.
Let's hang ourselves immediately!
It is the role of objects to restore silence
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
I them, the master, myself, we are all innocent, enough. Innocent of what, no one knows, of wanting to know, wanting to be able, of all this noise about nothing, of this long sin against the silence t...