Samuel Beckett

…perhaps the words have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, will be the silence, where I am, I don’t know, I’ll never know, in the silence you don’t know, you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.

3 thoughts on “Samuel Beckett

  1. shinichi Post author

    The Unnamable

    by Samuel Beckett

    The Unnamable – so named because he knows not who he may be – is from a nameless place. He speaks of previous selves (‘all these Murphys, Molloys, and Malones…’) as diversions from the need to stop speaking altogether. But, as with the other novels in the trilogy, the prose is full of marvellous precisions, full of its own reasons for keeping going.

    Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.

  2. shinichi Post author


    by サミュエル・ベケット

    どこなのか、いまは? いつなのか、いまは? 誰なのか、いまは?


  3. shinichi Post author

    はて、どこだ? はて、いつだ? はて、だれだ? そんなことは聞きっこなしだ。おれ、と言えばいい。考えっこなし。・・・おれはしゃべっているらしいが、これはおれじゃない、おれのことをしゃべっているらしいが、これはおれのことじゃない。手はじめにまずこんな概論からはいろうか。どうするんだ。どうするつもりなんだ、どうすればいいんだ、こんな状態でどうやって話を進めるんだ?・・・とにかくおれはしゃべらないわけにはいかないんだ。絶対に黙らないぞ。絶対に。



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